Sun Mote Copse Should have bought myself a home when I was a fetus.

a deer? no, of course not. how can this woman see her as anything other than canid, despite her appearance differing drastically from what the stranger knew? maybe it's a trick of the old eyes—she notes the woman has lived even more seasons than she.

she will not judge. sympathize, yes—but never judge.

i am a traveling midwife, she explains, smiling teeth stark white evening against her greying tawny muzzle. i offer my services to those in need—i wish to bring souls into the world with grace and comfort.

this woman had clearly whelped late in the season, and the boy did well. would she seek another mate, come the spring? 

(was she even capable?)

will your pack need a midwife this breeding season? she asks, with a graceful incline leftward of her tapered head.