Sun Mote Copse They say that wealth is revealed in the teeth

At first, Niamh assumed that Finley was joking. She had that look on her face, a sort of smile...But it was too wry to be dishonest. And the more she went on to explain exactly how much giving birth hurt, the more Niamh’s face dropped. The corners of her lips drooped down to where her jawline was and her eyes widened as Finley- as easy as pie- terrified the absolute shit out of Niamh who’d previously assumed that her children would simply slide out as they were supposed to.

The pallor didn’t leave her face as she glanced down at the pelt that Finley had allegedly brought for her kids...To tear apart. They’d be using those same little mouths on her teats...And all of the lovely furs and feathers and comforts in her den would be ruined. Choking back the hard, hot feeling in her throat, Niamh dumbly replied. 

”Uh. Thanks, Fin.”