Blackfeather Woods I come bearing gifts

a month, then. she has seen the woman's young, surely, for there are no other mothers and the woman who helped her during her whelping was not yet in the final stages of her pregnancy. they seem so much larger than her own, and while she remembers some from Maegi's own puphood, she is ignorant of much of their development. she offers a contemplative sound, the lack of anything other than a straightforward response from the woman having cassiopeia warm slightly to her. "can you leave them on their own?" she asked, curious as to when they were able to survive, at least, without a mother's constant presence.