Hushed Willows yes, i'm positive there's just one baby in there

Familiar as she was, now, with the sound of retching, Lily could pick it out of the vast array of noises within the willows. It helped, too, that she was restless, despite the cold. She hadn't really stopped moving since the new wolf had come; just like her mother, she was a wanderer during pregnancy. Hopefully it would make the babies that much stronger.

Oh, dear, the blackbird murmured, her brow furrowing with concern as she came across an unfamiliar woman at their border, staring down at a puddle of vomit. She came as quickly as she could, resisting the maternal urge--god, already?--to push her muzzle against the other's forehead. Are you all right, darling? Do you need help?

She didn't know this wolf from any other stranger, but they were a sanctuary. Lily would have moved mountains if it meant another could find safe haven in Elysium.