Broken Antler Fen Good wives always know.

Baby girl, what troubles you? Ibis asks, although there is a lack of warmth to her tone. She looks to the other children nesting comfortably around her, eyeing puny Diantha for a longer moment, then returns her attention to Jasmine.

She begins by probing at her with that cold, wet nose. A boop to her face, followed by a quick lick to warm her. A boop to her chest, to her belly too. Everything smelled the same. No mess to clean up, and a full belly.