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

she sighed and knew her task to be complete. 
she did not think of the labours and tribulations that would unfold in the coming months, but was instead content to allow the woman close, peering through tired gaze at the two tiny attempts at wolves she'd born. she nodded at the woman's words, drawing them close and accepting her help. "thank you." the approach of Maegi had her glance up, and though her desire to be alone and undisturbed with her young increased, she suppressed it now. "maegi." were her own sides round? this seemed wrong, somehow, but she could not place the reason why and thought on it no further, thoughts slipping away from her easily.

despite the proximity of the stranger to her flesh and blood, the chill of the rain, smile curved her muzzle. "help me bring them to shelter?" she asked, almost surprised at the hoarseness of her own voice. she nosed over the nearest daughter, felt her breath beneath her touch. her limbs and sides felt spent, exhausted and the simple act of moving her whelps seemed intimidating.