Sawtooth Spire just what i had in mind

She recognized the cave's potential but held onto her apprehension. The space was not suitable for a whelping den and would certainly require maintanence before the birth, if Wylla was interested. Ainhoa held back her words and stepped inside, exhaling deeply as she examined the walls.

The Eisen was still a mystery to her, similar to Mahler. Is she pregnant yet? she asked Q, figuring that a leader's daughter would have more insight. It takes time to prepare these spaces. 

However, Ainhoa was not devoid of hope. Her tail began a steady wag as she imagined the joy of assisting in such preperations. We can wipe the walls with eh, sponges, from the water. The river appeared healthy enough to grow them, if they hadn't already died due to the changes in weather. Mud and furs on the ground, to keep in some of the warmth...

She was rambling, primarily for her own benefit. Forgetting the faint throb, Ainhoa placed her snout on the stone and began to imagine what it could become.