Duskfire Glacier one heart going both directions

To keep things moving, I'd like to proceed from here in rounds with no posting order. Each round will last a week, and the next round will begin on July 7.

Lane smiled as Wintersbane entered, noting Wayfarer's perfection the moment he laid eyes on her. She might have replied, but she was distracted by the emergence of her her daughter's placenta. The sharp scent of blood permeated the air, and Lane felt the heavy, warm fluid slowly drenching her lower region. 

She turned away, shaken. 

Where was her pup?!

"Wh-?" 

Her eyes were drawn to Wintersbane as he bent, inspecting the child who-- while only minutes old-- had already struck out to explore her world. 

"Little wayfarer," Lane crooned, voice trembling. "She's already a daddy's girl. Wayfarer..." The title suited her, and it seemed well-matched to her father's own. Wintersbane and Wayfarer. Perhaps it was silly, but motherhood had inspired a newfound protectiveness in the Vitale, and she grasped for anything that might endear her daughter to her father, knowing that he would soon have trueborn children from Tzila. His mate.

Knowledge of the union between Wintersbane and Tzila stoked the old, original, primal fear within Lane-- the fear that her child would come second... that Wayfarer would be treated as a bastard, as less-than. 

"Wayfarer Duskfire," Lane finished, insisting upon the surname as they had previously discussed. Wintersbane might have changed his mind about the makeup of his family, but the girl's name would remind him of his responsibility to her once he had his trueborn heirs. She was a Duskfire, too.  

More blood oozed, accompanied by a pain. A labor pain? Were there more children coming, then? Lane hissed, breathing through the pain.

"Raspberry leaves, and chervil," she called out, "please." Hopefully, one of the shadows lingering in her doorway belonged to a caregiver who could produce the requested herbs-- @Rye, @Imaq, or @Iana.