Rising Sun Valley It's kind of like those sunsets

She was partially relieved- and surprised- when Reverie answered her call. She got a rough gauge on which direction Reverie's voice had come from, and galloped heavily in that direction until she spotted her packmate, looking somewhat bedraggled and wet, and somewhat doleful. She approached, pushing her whiskers forward, and sniffed. She could smell the scent of herbs, but Reverie herself looked sober and well. 

Her words worried Moss. She was upset that Reverie had run from her and admitted to doing so. Her state of mind was not terribly encouraging, given the fact that she would rather give birth off in the wilderness, all alone...It felt almost as though she was willing for death to come for her, if that was what fate allowed. 

Another voice interrupted their reunion and Moss, who had been stiff with tension anyway, turned suddenly toward the stranger and snarled, baring her teeth in a warning. She offered, then, to help- and claimed to know medicines, but there was something about the slim, dark woman's intrusion that made her nerves flare, still. She sheathed the blunted daggers she'd revealed, and quelled her growl. 

"Let me talk to her, alone."

It was not a request, but she tried to make her voice sound calm and reassuring- so that the stranger did not fear that Moss was going to harm Reverie, and might let them have some time together to talk, before taking advice from a stranger, no matter how well-meaning the stranger might have been.