She rests only lightly, not even in a deep enough sleep to miss the presence of her dearest friend. However, it would be quite difficult to ignore her approach with all of the panting she was doing. How far and exactly how did she know when to come? It has the pink and yellow eyed mother lifting her head quietly to offer a gentle smile toward the beta.
As always, she is constantly looking out for the rising falconer and it brings a sort of peace that is so much different to her inner being. "I am quite alright - don't worry yourself to death now." A soft chuckle follows her assurance to Delya, trying to calm the girl and prevent her from having a heart attack over it all. The wiggling of one of the whelps has her moving to nudge the girl closer to her.
"You.. can come closer if you like." She offers as she looks from beneath pale lashes toward the female. She knows deep down that Delya is curious about the pups, it's clearly written all across her face, and so an invitation is extended happily. The only issue being that the opening of her den may be just a wee bit too small for Delya's lankier frame. But she could squish if she really wanted to.
Her pale splotched nose touched the girl softly before doing the same for the boy as she introduced them both. "This is Emeline. And Dakota." Her features turn a bit more solemn as the red tones of her boy remind her much of their sire. If anything, Dakota will at least carry on his dashing looks. But she sees no terrible future for either of her offspring, for what honest mother could, she only sees happiness and wealth to be brought into their lives as they grow. With or without a father.