Sila

i can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

Her life is a bizarre place, she thinks, and each day only seeks to bring more strangeness into it. Samus fills her with joy and yet her mother fills her for fear and uncertainty; her brother brings her joy and yet Panik brings her fretting as her stomach swells. She is, though, glad that her sister had moved into the dens by their mother despite her unconcious avoidance. Niviaq knew it though and Sila could do little to avoid her mother's probing questions. It made her blush but she was quick to put it aside when Niviaq had brought up the point that Panik ought to be epexting soon. Ah, so caught up in her own life she had been that she had practically forgotten her role to heal. She had been too busy to heal, she had claimed, with all the thoughts of who would heal her when her mother's time came.

But now they move as a pair, slow and steady towards where Panik had made her home. She notices her mother turn every so often as if she hears a voice and yet, there is never anybody there; Sila simply grins and nudges her along. By thet time they arrive, Niviaq's hearing is fine tuned to the sound of whelps - Sila, though, takes a moment before she breaks into a giddy grin. She hears them and she hears her sister's breath rattling from the den, slow and steady. Neither blood nor bile. "It must have gone well..." she whispers to her mother before she clambers forward towards the den's mouth on her belly. She tries to peer in and lets out a small yip of greeting to her sister, inflected with a question - are you okay the tone asks as her tail brushes excitdly behind her. "Mother's here too, Panik. Just outside."

And Niviaq is as pleased as ever as she settles down beside the den and onto her belly. She sits as tall as she can, proud and grinning, as she watches the clouds drift overhead with a satisfied sigh. For now, she will not probe her daughter for she trusts her wholly - Panik is a free spirit, she knows, and her decisions are only ever those that are true to her heart. But she is a grandmother again and there is nothing in the world, she thinks, that can stope her from being happy to know that.