Blackfeather Woods [m]ama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true

of course she wasn't going to ignore maegi's cry, to pay no heed to such a disruption of the wood's uneasy peace would be to go against everything that rooted her here. almost like a robot the pale woman shifts without a flicker of doubt in the correct direction and sets off with brisk movements. it was no secret that maegi had been expecting, she was no fool and although she hadn't pushed it she had observed like a ghost betwixt the trees, silent and unnoticed. she's uneasy, moonshadow's birth had almost completely derailed her and yet here she went all over again, ready to enforce whatever pain it may cause her because- well it was the leader of her woods and well, perhaps in tundra's own weird way she had allowed a fondness to blossom there for the younger girl and maybe tender emotions wouldn't be the way she'd express it but loyalty had always seemed much more worthwhile to her anyway.

yet something's undoubtedly wrong before she even reaches the annoyingly far scene, the ravens are the first thing she's aware of and even bertók seems to grow agitated as they near. up above the rest writhe and swoop through the sky- caws of distress leaking from blackened beaks as with an odd feeling of dread the ghostly soldier picked up the pace- inhaling sharply against the suffocatingly tense air.

the smell, that's the first thing to assault her senses and dark eyes narrow as shapes come into sight. feces, blood and something....something sour. it's almost funny in some twisted way how this, this horror leaves her with less of a lingering dread than the shameful fear at the idea of witnessing another birth. yet that does not stop the ache for her nona for this is a tragedy, this she knows before even arriving. her steps slow, face blank as ever as she moves without even registering those present until she's near mou where he's wrapped protectively around the girl. searching eyes rake once over the feces and she inhales sharply at the worms wriggling within the runny substance. a growl is bit back lest she startle someone but rounded ears do pin back against her head. this is sickness.

she didn't want to intrude on her leader and she'd be quick to leave but first she had to see to it that she would be okay, they could not let sickness claim these woods. "is anyone here a healer?" she launches right into it, voice sharp. "if you are, all i need to know is if this is something that needs to be treated or could be of harm to anyone else?" her eyes rake over mou and both other women present. "if there's nothing that can be done or you're not a healer then go" maybe she's in no place to make orders but she too would heed her own words- it wouldn't be fair to tell others they couldn't be here and she herself remain. of course this didn't include mou but she didn't feel the need to specify that for no way would the pale boy leave her side.

"don't let anything happen to her" is all she'd breathe, loud enough only for him to hear- silently begging that he remain focused enough on the present to be of real help to her. then she'd stay only to hear if there was a healer present who knew any specifics and on the off chance maegi requested anything of her, otherwise her own paws would prepare to steer her from the scene to patrol from a much better distance where bertók had remained, concerningly reluctant to follow closer to the gathering.