Blackfeather Woods does the lighthouse shine to seek, or to be found?

to relmyna's eye, it was only a short matter of time before iva gave birth. she was quick to understand what the blind wolf was indicating, giving a soft chuff of confirmation before settling her small pale paws to exacavate a space that would hopefully fit the woman's body more easily. 
the scent of rich loam spiced the air; relmyna found some pleasure in the digging, but her turquoise gaze darted sideways at the small movement that was the tensing of iva's jaw. and yet the delta did not approach — the other would be given aid if need be, but relmyna would not press it upon her. for the next minutes, the breathing of the pair and the sound of claws upon dirt was the only discourse between them.
at length, the scarred wolfess pulled herself from the depression and swayed her plume, a low sound of soothing in her throat, seeking to lead iva back to inspect relmyna's work.