Arrow Lake another word for divine,

blodreina had avoided aure's birthing den for several reasons: the primary to give the young family to adjust to their newest members without company, borne out of what she thought was a respect of space and because she yearns for the familiarity of border patrols. the territory is strange and the wolves of diaspora still yet strangers to her and perhaps this is what finally made up the wanlida's mind. it wasn't her first rodeo with newborns — she remembered when the commander's last children were born and wildfire's seemingly permanent weepy state. she cringes at the thought and prays to whatever spirits of the commanders are listening to her ( if they have not also called her natrona and disregard her ) that she doesn't take to crying.

a scrappy rabbit swings from betwixt her jaws as she nears the birthing den, assuming it was kind of protocol to bring the new mother some sort of gift. food seemed to be the only thing blodreina could think of that was suitable; food and a soft pelt for the young goufas to gum. she chuffs around the mound of flesh in her mouth to garner aure's attention and waits dutifully outside the birthing den, ears twitching at the sounds of the newborns within the den, for permission to enter.