Bramblestorm shook her head. "I'm not going. You need help. And I can give you that. Now, do as I say. Breathe deeply, and when you feel the urge to push, push. When the kit is born, I'll nip open the sac and lick it to get it warm."
Robinflight was looking at Mintstar, but her ears were pricked and pointing to the nursery. Her amber eyes betrayed her unhappiness.
Icefang watched as his mate bounded away. He turned to Robinflight. "Brightfur will be fine." He murmered.







