Boartusk Heights feast of fools

Reyna was in pain. Nivis was having one of his pity-party fits. The old man wolf who recently had a little was probably in over his head. Meanwhile Paloma was so very happy. 

With her light footing and even lighter build, she walked with weightless bounds, as though dancing on air. She hummed between herbs grasped within her jaws. Soon, the new princesses and princes would be born! 

Coming to Reyna's setup she had, Paloma settled the stems of flowers at her Mistress' feet. They were tiny white flowers in large, flat bunches. More yarrow, Mistress. It was helpful with her sleep and nausea, among a number of other things.