Herbalists' Cache the promise

The women gathered. Young women. Women who likely had never had children before. Some too young to even have them. 

Meleys on the other paw had done this before. A great many times, as it were and ever season since she could conceive savor this year. Strange for her not to be swelling with pups of her own. To say that she missed it... would be a lie. 

She had birthed again and again while wed to a man of weak seed. Each pup too weak to keep up with the march. Each pup not surviving the Lanzadoii way. These were pups of her brother and they would be better. 

Blood still coated her face and forlegs when she arrived. Out far on a hunt during winter storm. She heard the call on the wind and now smelt the blood and birth of new pups. She takes a deep breath, pushing her pibald face into the entry. There the women were gathered around their Queen and among the four women, four children. 

I will tell my brother. She says only, passing a glance between those gathered before turning and stalking after the scent of @Sun Eater.