Duskfire Glacier one heart going both directions

Imaq was hidden away in the depths of the Chambers, in the place she had come to learn belonged to their tribe's women as her mothers' hearth had been in Nunaat. The she-dog had found her way there eventually with some trepidation, foolishly afraid she would not be accepted for reasons she couldn't entirely explain -- and not just because her common was still a bit shaky. 

A heavy blanket of black had ensnared the medicine woman, the type of exhaustion it seemed only pregnant women could understand. It took a while for the heavy scent of blood and the slightly sweet lochia-smell of birth to register as she napped, but when it did the expecting shepherd rose groggily -- blinking the sleep from her aquamarines blearily as she followed the low murmur of overlapping sounds. A strange symphony of soft voices, growls muffled by the stone walls, small whimpers that caused her ears to perk though she didn't yet recognize them as the cries of Lane's daughter.

Much as when Rye had injured himself, the speckled dove was reluctant to draw attention from where it may be needed most and instead sidled up next to @Tzila with a questioning look (maneuvering her swollen belly around the warrior-woman's even bigger baby bump) -- attempting to rise up on her tiptoes and peer over Rye's tawny shoulder, concern prickling at her as the smell of blood grew even stronger.