Nova Peak dearly

Cameo, Raven's Call can be freely power played as assisting, grabbing supplies, etc

There is a scent in the air when one's labor begins. It is faint when Raven's Call first catches it on the wind. Skorpa's anticipation of children came to the forefront of her mind. A stranger still, to much of Winsook, the blackbird opts to procure a gift for the laboring woman. A well earned meal following her efforts.

The air has changed by the time Raven's Call has returned to climbing the mountain, plump pheasant in tow. Voices are raised and iron hangs heavy in the air.

The pheasant is abandoned as Raven's strides lengthened. Following her nose and ears to the whelping den.

Her heart drops once her eyes adjust to the darkness.

A woman of white fur and dove hues, spilling scarlet upon her newborn babes. Silatuyok is here, as is another woman whom smells of milk. Both desperately trying to mend the torn seam that was her wound...Her womb.

Breathlessly, she rushed to their side. A paw reaching forward to clear away, discarded moss. Oversaturated to be of help and further. Whatever is needed, tell me.

Raven's Call would place her paws where needed. Be it at the woman's bedside or to the ground to fetch whatever would spare her from eternal dark. She wished to help.