Whitefish River leaving me hollow

"Of course," the milkmother obliged willingly, head dipping, after they'd reached the den. Despite her best efforts, the midwife couldn't restrain the anxious shifting of her paws as her gaze curiously lingered on the mouth of the den. So excited was she, one might think she was meeting her hearth children. 

She wated with bated breath as Speedy called out, ears perking in wait.