Hideaway Strath i feel all shadows of the universe

The healer tried to keep up, truly, but many of the things that  Vein spoke of were overwhelmingly unfamiliar to her. Like most wolves, the midwife lacked the access to such knowledge, the tactics that the shaman used seemingly otherwordly -- even magical to the acolyte he'd found in Aerin. The hart blinked owlishly wide eyes of moonlight, feeling as though she were lost in a sea of strange terms that flew over her head as her husband spoke of 'oxytocin' and 'vitamins' and 'coagulation'. Though she couldn't quite understand exactly what everything the pale brute said, she could understand enough to realize that she was right in assuming that whatever the stoppered twig held -- it was very important. 

The mother-to-be cast her seelie gaze about the Glen searchingly, as if the right herbs might jump out at her from amongst the crimson blossoms. "Hmmm.." she hummed softly beneath her breath, considering for a moment. "I alvays try to keep borage an' parsley at ze ready fer mothers. Fer ze milk," she explained. Though they weren't exactly used during pregnancy or delivery, the herbs came in handy for bringing up a she-wolf's milk supply or contradictorily, drying it up. 

"Peppermint might be good -- fer nausea -- or ginger root. An' I 'ave already begun trying a few mixtures of chamomile an' lavender tea fer my anxiety," the sighthound added. She knew @Patroclus (reference) had been worried about the drink that Vein had introduced to their pack but the sleeping teas were the only thing that had been effectively treating her insomnia -- though it also helped having her mate by her side every night, only a 'roll-over' away if she woke up with a night terror.