Dragoncrest Cliffs Outreach

two weeks. erzulie hummed beneath her breath. the attempt of herbs might very well take the mother's own life. it could not be successfully done. the obsidian was quiet as the other went on, offering anything. though the jet female was measured, the seawife wondered if there was an element of panic here.
nightmares. "den i expect her sleep is haunted," the spicewolf murmured. her voice was softer now, bordering agreement though she had not yet chosen.
"i will speak wid my eldest about what you can give. she is to inherit de pack. in de meantime, bring her here. if she is to spend time wid us, she should know us." a pause. "you wish for her to be taught de skills of child-rearing? or how to soothe her mind?"