Sympathy, though perhaps not quite empathy passes through her green eyes. The woman used to be human, and if were-creatures work the same here as in legends. Valdis lowers her head again, the baby so small she could snap it up in one bite, but she very gently severs the cord, ignoring the blood.

Him...I assume you mean the father.

Cursed from birth and while his mother seems protective now, her life changed forever, perhaps in a way she will one day resent. Valdis takes a step back and around, dropping to the ground so the woman can lean against her and perhaps gain warmth from the thick, black fur.