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

the pallid healer returned, as confused as relmyna had been about iva's treatment of her own child. tahani — the priestess committed the name to memory and gave an encouraging sound that was soon cut harshly in horror. iva had pulled away from her, then tahani; the birthing pains resounded again in full call and the blindwoman responded by killing the babe.
a strangled, hoarse cry emanated from the delta's throat; the scent of childblood riddled the air and choked her with sudden and shocked tears. in a moment, she had lunged forward and grasped the second newborn, drawing it to safety between her small forepaws while giving a gentle whine in iva's direction. i understand, i understand, relmyna crooned frustratedly within the recesses of her own mind, seeking tahani's gaze. 
so long as her ward laboured, the patchwork wolfess would tend the pups and leave iva to the embrace of the pale healer. milk still remained in her breasts; her body remembered, though astara and averna had weaned, and softly she nudged the infant toward her underbelly. for now, she would grant what she had — shivali's travail was almost upon her, and there would be richer fare for this one.