Willow Ridge pups and cougars don't mix

The strain of birth was upon her. The pain of watching a beloved pack member die before her chaotic. She was exhausted, so say the very least, and as her pack members began to slowly disperse to their given duty, it showed in the expression of her face. It showed in her pale eyes as she looked up to her mate for solace. Her elder children now held her newest within their jaws, to be cradled back home. Her newest yearling and lowest doing the heavy lifting of carrying their fallen comrade to a final resting place whilst their both herbalist and teacher, guided their every moment. Elettra shifted, pausing a few times in doing so as she struggled to gain her footing. Pressing to @Angier's side, she would follow with him to the pack's den where both she and her newest children now belonged.