Duskfire Glacier while centuries fall apart

@Lane you are a godsend! completely forgot that I included that in one of Imaq's old threads and meant to expand on this custom by posting cute lil pregnancy threads for Imaq, Lane, and Tzila where she would give them individualized gifts but then i got all post-partumy and havent posted anything in a while. (sorry yall!)

She came quietly, as she always went about -- as if still unsure that her child or children would be received with as much warmth. It wasn't as if they were planned, nor had she gotten the permission of any of her higher-ups. But her reservation on this occasion had less to do with any nerves regarding how Wintersbane might react to seeing her swollen sides and more to do with propriety. The northron hoped to be quiet and respectful so as not to make Tzila agitated or disturb any of the newborns in the vicinity. Besides, their Chief was surely more preoccupied with his offspring than her own.

Seeing Lane and Rye ahead (and a bit of the navy tundrian himself where he leaned into Tzila's hearth, presumably meeting his new cubs for the first time), and hearing the soft stirrings of Veteran and Wayfarer, the she-dog paused for a moment on her path, cocking a listening ear towards the medic's whelping den out of habit. She had helped to raise many litters of siblings and nieces and nephews. Her affection for Lane's children stemmed from the same place, regardless of whether she shared any blood with their mother. It was second nature to wait until the pups had fallen quiet again before continuing on towards the agouti pair outside their Alphas' dwelling.

Imaq only let out a muffled chuff around the pelt she carried, the soft fox skin wrapped around a cut of meat and a few other small trinkets that Tzila's pups might find enjoyable once they were old enough to play. She set the gift at her paws, settling on her fluffy haunches a few paces from the entrance of the den where the other wolves lingered. Like any other proud parent of Duskfire, she had been taking lengths to make sure all the pack's children were well provided for. Perhaps she should have been working less, given how very pregnant she was getting, but some part of her couldn't help but feel guilty when she thought of how hard Rye and the others were working to make sure their pack could support all the various litters.

The healer hoped her presence wouldn't be minded too much; she had taken to guarding the Chambers with Lane's delivery and Tzila's impending birth. Being the least incapacitated, she was more capable of keeping a vigilant watch over the Glacier's nursery while the other she-wolves cared for their young and readied to whelp. It made her feel better on some level to have one of the mothers in their trio guarding over the dens and the little ones, knowing that they all shared the same maternal drive to protect the pups. Maybe it would make Tzila feel a little safer too, she reasoned, to know that she had the rest of them nearby -- if and when she needed them.