Emberflame Ridge Name my Price

She'd watched the ebony she-wolf keel, and was surging over in an instant; ears curved back at the stuttered, pained words, and she withdrew from a wary sniff. At the sound of another voice, she looked up to see her to-be midwife, Olive, hurrying over with her own sort of worry enscripted upon her heather-gray face.

At the mention of supporting this she-wolf - tenant, now? - to Elysium, Aure met Olive's urgent gaze, and after casting a look back to Opalia, she took up position alongside Tzila's trembling form. "We can figure out what ze matter is, once we arrive. Take our shoulders," the skayona insisted, her scarred face set into something focused, resolved.