Blackfeather Woods What to expect when you're expecting
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The presence of a pup in Blackfeather Woods, one not of her mother's blood, excited her. Sure, she would love to see the Melonii family continue on, but she would rather see the pack expand in other ways first, before the Melonii blood was passed on to yet another generation. She was far from her first heat cycle (thank the Daedra), but that didn't mean she couldn't practice on the newest addition to their pack first.

Qilaq, or as Damien insisted on her being called, Xivilai, was sickly, malnourished and hungry. Nemesis' dugs had started to leak, but they were far from ready to feed the hungry pup. A clump of borage leaves, tattered and dried, but still able to be used, were clasped in her mouth as she traveled to where Nemesis resided. She would insist on the adoptive mother moving her and the pup to the Glen, where she could easily treat the pup, as well as fulfill the Glen's true purpose.
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lil pp of Qil. let me know if you'd like me to change it!

Never had her life taken such a drastic turn— no, that was a lie. Never had she been thrust in to parenthood in a mere few minutes. Well, at least she could say it had happened. Damien had been less than curteous when allowing the stay of the strange child, yet she did not think much of it. However tempermental he was, Damien was smart. He knew with the loss of Malice's bastard brood the Brotherhood was with no next generation. By no means was the small girl that had latched on to her teat, a replacement litter, but she was a start. And there had not been a question wether or not Nemesis was ready for such a responsibility, she was the only female that was able to produce a substance relative enough for the child to regain her limited strength. Yet, that did not make her any less unprepared. How dare Kove simply bring a child to them, of all things, and simply expect her to embrace someone else's kid gnawing on her tits? No! She had been accepting right up until the point where she now had the mandatory, life draining job of sitting around making sure the little shit wasn't dying of starvation, only to have it ungratefully bite at her like she was it's first kill (abraxas, ehe)

She lay within the damp corners of Kove's den, the child being her only company. Was this the life of a mother? Laying about, watching the world pass by from the confines of a den while little beings destined to terrorize feasted upon her like heathens? She had only been like this for less than a day, yet she willfully decided this was not for her. Her head rested in the crook of her paws, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Yet, the critter switching by her flank paid no mind to her state. Instead, it latched yet again upon a teat, it's small yet sharp teeth digging in to the most sensative part of her body. One could imagine her reaction to the rude awakening. "You little—," She began, but held her toung, refraining from speaking bad to an innocent thing. "We have gone through this, they don't work now bugger off," She glared at the small child, her head craning back to inspect the actions of the girl. She rolled her eyes. She would come to accept the child as her own, but she had not planned to mother a stupid one.

Her head only snapped forward as the scent of Potema approached, her sharp gaze pulled away from the sneaky little thing that rested beside her. "Potema," She greeted, a nod of her head in curteousy to the healer. Yet, her eyes zeroed in on the package that was clasped between the jaws of the female. Anything brought from Potema's sources was bound to have some natural use, she concluded, but she waited for the female to explain rather than bombard her with questions. Alas, what else did she have to do than sit in the den and lay patient for the child to grow a brain and conclude that Nemesis was her only food source for the time being, and if it wanted anything, it would have to stop leaving teeth prints behind.
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The world around her doesn't include much. Mostly how she feels at any given time—which, lately, has really been hungry—and whomever is closest she needs. When she'd found something to finally eat, even if it hadn't been much, they'd gotten a quiet puppy. 

But only for a little while. 

Qilaq, she'd learn to call herself (Sao long gone from whatever memory she'd had, if at all), began to dig around the dark fur she established as her caretaker. Her scent hadn't been familiar but it had been long enough for her to forget her real mother's scent that her only recognition turned out to be her fur. However, if Qilaq could fully comprehend Nemesis' words, she'd really be able to tell this is the woman that gave birth to her. The only problem is she didn't get her fill in milk before she'd been moved into their den and now she struggles to find a swollen enough teat. The one she'd fed from earlier hadn't given her much and now refused anything and in a wave of frustration, she bites down harder. 

She shrinks back by the sudden cry and a few seconds later, gives a wail of her own that comes out as more of a pathetic whimper. Feverish and tired, Qilaq doesn't have a lot of energy left to fight her own urges. Every attempt is met with failure since she'd been reunite with her mother and she can't even try to understand why she's being withheld. 

When the tone of voices change above her, she swings her head around, but struggles to remain upright and ultimately rolls into Nemesis' belly instead.
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Potema nodded towards Nemesis, barely able to find the dark-furred pup amidst her adoptive mother's fur. She dropped the borage leaves, nudging them towards the new mother. This is borage. It should help you produce more milk, at least until Qilaq ready to eat meat. Letting Nemesis chew up the leaves, Potema turned her attention to the small creature nosing its way through fur to find food. Potema picked the girl up gently, feeling strangely uncomfortable as she brought Qilaq towards her.

She examined the pup closely, checking her for any obvious signs of sickness. She couldn't determine how old the pup was, but she supposed that Qilaq was 2 months...or something. Ugh, she didn't know how to deal with pups.
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Her eyes inspected the bundle as Potema explained, her nose crinkling in displeasure at the thought of stuffing down herbs to produce yet more milk. Her eyes drifted warily back to the child whining by her side and back to the leaves laid before her. If it would shut the girl up, she would do anything. "If it will help..." Taking the leaves tenderly in her mouth, she fought the urge to spit it back out. Her appetite for almost anything had been reduced within the last few days, only to surge with hunger within the hour. The cause of this, she had her suspicions, but she dared not say it out loud. Admitting her current state in words would make it real, and that was something she was not ready for. Instead her teeth crunched upon the bitter greens, and swallowing them hardly. She trusted Potema for her word, that these herbs would help produce enough to sustain the girl until she could be put on solids. And she could not wait for that day. 

She watched, almost protectively, as Potema took the girl into her grasp. Potema had named the girl a daedra name, yet they all had silently, collectively agreed to call her by the name chosen by Kove; at least when Damien was not around to hear. Both names seemed to suit the girl, yet she knew the girl herself would one day choose a name for her own when the time was right. Let it be Qilaq or Xivilai, it did not matter. She was now a Blackfeather wolf, and the next Spiderling to earn the Brotherhood mark. The tiny girl that rested between the paws of the brotherhood acolyte would never know her past, nor the burden that rested on her shoulders. Damien would be watching, waiting for the girl to prove she had worth to them; the pressure of all the eyes of the Brotherhood upon the child, waiting to see what she was made of. 

"She has a cut, by her neck," She spoke up, as her eyes trained to the back of the small child's neck. More than once had Nemesis licked away the blood from the wound, so that it may not get infected; yet she was no healer. The girl was lucky Kove had found her sooner rather than later, when her injuries would have far extended a cut or two. "Do you know much about children?" She peered up to the woman, her inquisition a serious one. The more she knew about how they worked, the less chances she had at failing. Yet, her curiosity to learn more was not only for the benefit of Qilaq but the children she was yet to have. That was, if those said children were even alive in the first place.
the only way to keep your people loyal is
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She’s picked up and immediately she slumps in the other’s grasp but her mouth opens to cry while nothing comes out. The cut on the back of her neck has opened and closed repeatedly over the last few days, since the coyote plucked her from her own den, and tore off with her into the night. Kove’s carrying expanded it, torn at her flesh no matter how gentle, and now each time she’s picked up from one place to another, she flinches at the upcoming pain.

Soon enough she’s set back on the ground and her limbs flail, gripping with her soft nails into the dirt while the new wolf inspects her and the other wolf continues to talk. Her ears, still droopy most of the time, swivel a little when the new, cool nose touches her. She relaxes, or tires, into a blob of a puppy when she can’t find the energy to fight back.
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Potema pressed her face gently on the girl's nose, feeling it's unnatural dry heat. Along the edges of her nostrils, Potema saw green discharge. She huffed, checking the spiderling's ears. Hot. It didn't help that there was a large gash in her back. Shit. She barely had enough herbs to treat her, scraping the bottom of the barrel of her stores. She would have to go out to find more, very soon.

Children? I know nothing in terms of raising them. She only knew how to treat their ills, and nothing more. Do you think you can bring her to Spiderlings' Glen? It'll be easier for me to treat her there.
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Her hopes slightly faltered as Potema revealed she knew nothing of raising children. Though truly, how would she? Only a few months ago was she a child, and could not physically carry them just yet. If anything, Nemesis herself would come to know more than the woman before her, though the mere thought was wholefully un-assuring. But, Potema was extreemly resourceful, and knew more than many of them knew combined in the dark woods; for that she was more than grateful to have her with them.

She nodded to Potema's wishes, though when she went to pick the girl up, she noticed the deep slash and rethought her actions. "I do not know how to pick her up without opening the cut up more," She looked down at the girl with great pity. Life had been quite unkind to the infant, and it was much to unfair to think about. They would have to move her eventually, but Nemesis' fear of harming the girl more stopped her from doing so. 
the only way to keep your people loyal is
to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy
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Let's keep her here until she heals enough for her to be picked up. She wouldn't dare give this little pup anymore stress than she had already. She licked the pup tentatively, trying to calm her down. I can't give her poppy seeds, She murmured with slight frustration. It would make things a lot easier, but there was no forcing such things down Qilaq's throat. I can make a poultice for her, and leave the ingredients here. We can apply it when she's sleeping so it sticks for longer. Pups were squirmy, she knew. They were least squirmiest when they were sleeping, but even that wasn't a give in.
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fade here?
She nodded, looking to the girl's squirming form as Potema spoke. She knew nothing of healing, but knew causing the girl more stress was not in their intentions. Popy seeds, she knew however, could be quite powerful and perhaps not suitable to give to a child. Yet, she was certian whatever Potema came up with was safe enough. She was the most knowledged in the feild, after all.

"Thank you," For her efforts, she thanked the other. If not for Potema, Nemesis could have been clueless, something she dredded to think about. Never before had she felt this level of maternal worry, not even for Xan for he had been capable enough when they had met. It changed her, for better or for worse she was yet to decide.
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No problem, She nodded, pushing herself to her feet and turning to retrieve the herbs she needed to treat the young girl. It was the first time she ever healed someone as young as Qilaq/Xivilai; the challenge was palpable. It was her job though, as Blackfeather Wood's unofficial healer and the Dark Brotherhood's resident priestess. But she couldn't deny that she wished her mother was here; she knew nothing of children, let alone how to treat them well. She begrudgingly took up the mantle and the challenge, gathering the herbs and bringing them back to Nemesis, instructing the reluctant new mother on how to apply them before leaving the two together...she would come back, though.