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Most kin, whether alone or in a pair, sought out blessings when they were expecting; it was either that or they followed their hooves in a hopeful direction to find something of a greater power. Bleeding Rock, however, remained stationary. She would be a mother soon, and it felt as though she were continuously waging an internal war with herself. Her pride attempted to reassure her that she would be fine and wouldn't need any help raising the young ones, but a smaller side of her continued to push the stubborn Totoma towards a more practical reality: She did need help. Or at least, she needed to know that her children would meet the world healthy and strong.

Hesitantly, she took a single step forward. Another one followed, and then another. It was a slow pace - an unsure one - but she was finally on the move.

Bleeding Rock halted before the Stag, her pale eyes wide. The blood splattered along his features didn't frighten her; she was used to seeing such a thing, whether it came from battle or a fresh kill. What managed to catch the Totoma off guard was how he had appeared not ten minutes after she had begun searching. It was much faster than she'd anticipated. That was for sure. Steeling herself again, she confirmed his statement. "Yes. That is why I've sought you." She shifted a little so that her golden hoof was slightly more forward than the rest. "I have been told that seeking a blessing would be best for my children when they meet the world."

The doe fell into thought for a moment. Totoma young were generally born instinctive of their warrior heritage, but a push in the right direction didn't seem like a bad or harmful idea. "If you could offer them strength," she started, thinking of characteristics that were favorable in her kind. "And prosperous hunts." It felt strange to ask for anything when Bleeding Rock was so accustomed to doing things herself and not relying on others. Still, she hoped that the Stag would find her request one that he would be willing to accommodate.