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

the other wolfess swept away as soon as she had come. relmyna pressed herself closer to the expectant mother, scenting the fear that wreathed from iva in waves. she preened the side of her ward's strained expression with her lips, keeping the low croon in her throat. the pain of childbirth was one her body had already forgotten, but she recognized the agony that began to rack iva's body.
relmyna found herself startled when the blindwoman delivered a child but did not turn toward it. yet in her heart welled a deep and sudden pity; the babes iva carried were surely unwanted. she herself stared down with transfixed expression at the babe still struggling in its caul, and then maternal instinct carried the aspirant forward.
it was she who tugged the membrane from the child's mouth and nose, but could do little more than that. nudging the newborn toward the woman, relmyna gave a deep whine: protect your offspring.