Nova Peak my arms are open

She had barely time to shake herself fully awake before she was scrubbing her paws in witch-hazel and layering peltskins of mink and otter by the woman’s tail.
“It’s all right,” Ayovi encourages the father, the three awash in nerves. But Ayovi forces her mind to calm. Elowen needed her now. “Many strong warriors of my tribe were prematurely birthed, and the great among us are early rises. It means only they are eager to meet you,” she reassures them both, hoping it is enough to stave off the fear.
Nemage’s scent wafts from just outside the den, and Ayovi is grateful she remains close in the instance of complications. She gestures for Lorcan to remain near his wife’s side just as another convulsion seizes her. A quick prayer to those protective spirits which surround the mother, then she finds the still blue of Elowen’s eyes:
“It’s time to push!”