Redtail Rise Neath the Halo of a street lamp.

Oh. Ashlar thought back to the things he had learned. Then his head tilted a bit and his tail switched uncertainly, his bearing becoming instinctually apologetic.

I’m… I’m not sure. There’s sickness that… it makes them upset and nauseous. But usually sick wolves don’t gain weight. I haven’t heard anything about it. Ashlar frowned and his tail stilled, tucking a tidge. Do… would you like something? For their sickness?

He could perhaps not tell the man definitively if she was pregnant or not but he could give something to help in either case. Something to strengthen her immune system, something to soothe, and something to abate the stomach. All would be safe for a mother to take.