Hushed Willows sisuuk ⥱

The moon-lit she wolf’s question brought to her memories of the past, dream-like and hazy. She had been no more than a year old when her mother announced she was pregnant. Though there was much excitement to soon welcome little paws to touch the Earth, it was not without its ups and downs.

The pregnancy was rough; her mother grew thinner than what was proper, thanks to the never ending bouts of nausea, but the midwives that cared for her were not troubled. The babes were growing well, horrifyingly strong, little kicks looked and though they might burst through her mother’s belly, images that young Reina dreamt of for months.

The babes were born, three healthy pups. She assisted in their raising, or rather watched them and kept them safe, so her mother could get as much rest as she could to continue nurturing their growing bodies. She would interact with them, sing to them, and watched them grow. Her role had been caregiver, nurturer, the one that taught them the world.

Though, unfortunately, she was not privy to the ways of midwifery and was unable to learn much of the craft. Reina shook her head, relaying her memories and her lack of knowledge to Kukutux. “I was young, I seemed to have been more interested in my siblings development more than anything.”