Blackfeather Woods for who would bear the whips and scorns of time

Her words are recieved with a look and nothing more. She realized it would be futile to try and coach this woman through her battle. Any offering she made was not done with certainty; she would be parroting whatever came to mind, instructions that were memories rather than lessons. They were both in the dark in regards to expectations and aid, so all that Parvati could really do to help was sit and watch as the stranger produced more whelps. It might've been awkward for the mother had she not been so busy; less so for Parvati, who was comfortable with women above all.

The mother strained, panting, whelping more bodies and gathering them until she could do so no longer. One look - that's all Parvati glimpsed as the stranger hurried to gather and clean her babes. Warm them. She murmured. The drizzle overhead wasn't so bad, but these newborns had no ability to regulate themselves and so the adults would have to do it for them. That gave Parvati an idea - which she hastened to act upon. She moved to the other side of the babes and lay down without a word, hoping to share her warmth.

I mean you no harm, am-jadida. Will you let me help? Parvati crooned softly, not wishing to disturb the squalling babes. A glance skyward, and she wondered aloud, this weather is dangerous for all of you.