Ravensblood Forest yon lanmè nwa

the pains had first showed themselves a handful of days prior. an experienced mother, mireille had not seen cause for concern or mention. they abated and did not intensify.
but through last sundown and into the morning, they had grown harsher, fierce with a pain that was not familiar.
not wishing to draw attention to herself, the proud woman continued to say nothing, until at last her legs began to buckle. it was @Chacal she sought first. "yon bagay mal fwa sa a," the scarlet wolf murmured, slipping into the shadows of the cove to lie beyond the pirates' sight, for now.
they had no healer that she could see, and she certainly did not want the hard-faced young captain and his mucky crew gathering to leer.
she shut her eyes, breathing through another twinge.