Even Lachesis, who did not have the ability to create and carry children, had experienced more pregnancies and births than the raven Baranski. This would be the third litter of Kisla’s that he had been present for (the first was where he had secured his healer rank). Despite Naia losing her life the previous spring, he had still been there for her during childbirth, and ensured that the children—his children—were tended to immediately after her passing. He was not an expert, but he knew more than the ebony wolf before him, who did not know what to expect.
“Yes, I am sure they are more than okay,” he answered with a slow wag of his tail, his chartreuse gaze focused on his sidekick. “If you’re feeling any pain or persistent discomfort then I would worry.” From the outside Inna appeared perfectly healthy, aside from her thin features. He was certain that her lack of appetite was a result of her guilt and seclusion from the pack as well as her recent illness. “I don’t think you’ll need anything for your appetite,” he responded with a slow shrug, “a few herbs won’t hurt, like the yarrow or hyssop, but you won’t need anything else.” A few herbs to help ward off the remnants of her illness would not hurt, but he did not want to fill the Baranski with a large amount of medicine.
The ghost pressed his nose to her cheek as she spoke, his ears sagging to the side. While he was glad that she was being taken care of it pained him to think that since their last encounter Inna believed he was angry with her. He should have sought her out sooner, to ensure that she was not overexerting herself and was eating properly. His own guilt consumed him but he swallowed it, quickly, in order to focus his attention on the raven. “Good, I’m happy to hear that.” He did not mind Lorcán’s presence around the Baranski but he was still unsure of how he felt about Aytigin’s presence. Both Baranski women seemed keen on giving the talkative wolf a chance—Lachesis was still uncertain. “I’m sorry I did not come to see you sooner,” he added, the corners of his mouth falling. He had been busy tending to both the blue-eyed sparrow and his patrols, ensuring his infirmary was well-stocked for the arrival of puppies. “I’ll always be a part of their lives—and yours. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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