For the past week or so, Moonfeather had been lingering in the general area where Haven and Hollowpoint's den was housed. She did not hover too closely, wishing to allow the couple their privacy while still being on hand should the time arrive and any complications arose. The girl was somewhat nervous, for this would be her first spring tending to the mothers of the mountain, with help or on her own. During her training with Niviaq (which was ongoing), there had been no expectant mothers to speak of within Spirane. Thus, any lessons to do with birthing and the complications that could come with it had all been in theory. Moonfeather felt confident in her training, though, and she did not allow the constant undercurrent of nerves to manipulate her behavior - she felt more excitement than anything else.

Kutcha was often close at hand, though the raven had taken to searching for the glacier cave of Moonfeather's dreams on his own while his charge maintained a vigilant watch over her aunt. Not for the first time that day, Moonfeather nosed through the elk's stomach that she kept with her at all times now that Haven's labor was imminent. Just as before she found that all the supplies she might need if things took a turn for the worse were there. From the branches above her head, Kutcha warbled sarcastically at her, and she glanced up at him with a playfully reproachful glare. "I just want to be prepared, you know!" He clicked his beak at her in response, ruffling his feathers before glancing up and away, in the direction of Haven's den.

Moonfeather followed his line of sight, her ears pressing forward intently. A moment later, Hollowpoint's call filled the air, a celebratory howl that sang of the birth of two children. Her dark gray tail lifted, waving back and forth as she stooped to grab the medicine bag and set off at a barely restrained jog towards the den site. The raven overhead took flight, following her from on high. Her cousins had been born, and from the sounds of things with little complication. Still, she had been taught that things could go wrong inside the mother without her realizing it at first. Things could go wrong that would not show symptoms until days later if you didn't know what to look for in the immediate aftermath of a birth.

She slowed her pace as she approached the den, not wanting to startle the once-again parents, though from what she knew about Haven and Hollowpoint she could not imagine being greeted illy. Either way, it was best to be cautious. Kutcha settled in a tree not far away, preening himself with little regard for what occurred below him. Approaching the mouth of the den, Moonfeather set down her package of healing supplies and called softly to the wolves within. "Aunt Haven? Its Moonfeather; may I come in and check you and the pups over?" Though she was freshly turned four this spring, there was a wisdom to her voice that was reminiscent of the grandmother for whom she had been named. An association, of course, that she would never make, but that caused her father to take a double glance at her every so often.

With Haven's permission granted, Moonfeather slipped down into the den. Kutcha, in turn, lifted his head and took flight, once more headed off to look for the cave that haunted the young would-be shamaness' dreams. Within the den, Moonfeather smiled at Haven and Hollowpoint in turn as she took a cursory look over the pups. "They are beautiful," she said softly, and there was a true admiration in her turquoise eyes. She had never seen newborn pups, mere minutes old, and they were a sight to behold that gave her pause for a moment. Remembering herself, she knew that now was not the time to oggle the puppies. That could come later, when it was assured that mother and children were healthy as could be. Moving towards Haven's hindquarters then, she requested her permission to exam the shewolf, taking on a more professional demeanor rather than one of familial ties. She did her best to work quickly, but thoroughly, and satisfied that there were no outward injuries she then moved to inspect the after birth and amniotic sacs. Everything that should be there was, indicating Haven had not retained anything. Satisfied, she smiled at the parents once more and then carefully moved towards the pups.

She inspected each pup in turn, pressing her nose just behind a foreleg to check the pulse, gently rolling their wiggling bodies to check the freshly cut umbilical cords, then ensuring that they were breathing normally. Both pups seemed to be doing well, and Moonfeather gently touched her nose to each pup's back before she lifted her gaze to Haven once more. "They are suckling well?" she asked, though she could tell both had already eaten from the smell of milk on their breaths. "Congratulations, Haven, Hollowpoint - they really are wonderful, healthy, strong puppies. I cannot wait to meet them formally, when the time comes."

Her tail waved back and forth amicably, but she did not wish to overstay her welcome. The little family deserved their privacy, and so Moonfeather dipped her head to them and slipped back out the way she'd come. Crossing the short distance to her parcel of supplies, she paused and shook her bodice from tip to tail, the nerves that had been slowly building up within cast aside as a broad smile spread across her features. Without hesitation, she took up the elk's stomach once more and took off at a sprint in the direction Kutcha had surely gone, overjoyed at the success of the birthing, and the prospects of her future.