From a completely objective perspective, the birth itself was absolutely disgusting, despite it often being described as a "beautiful" experience. There was screaming, crying, and a [i]lot[/i] of blood and other bodily fluids. Being that everyone present were lycans who were accustomed to tearing apart creatures with their bare hands, it wasn't quite as repulsive as it otherwise would have been, but even so, many in the pack had a hard time watching. Even Meesei would have preferred not to watch, if it were not for the fact that she was serving a vital role. She tried her best to reduce the pain, but mostly, she was making sure nothing happened that would risk the life of Ahnasha or their child. 

By the end of it, Meesei held in her arms a small Khajiit infant, a baby boy. His fur was covered in blood and Hircine knows what else, he was screaming at the top of its tiny lungs, an he appeared generally repulsive, but to Ahnasha and Fendros, that was not likely to matter. This tiny humanoid kitten was their son; Meesei could only imagine how they felt. Or at least, she could imagine how Fendros felt. Ahnasha looked to be in a daze from what she had been through, though Meesei was able to confirm that there was nothing wrong with her health. As a result, Meesei held out her arms towards Fendros, offering him the chance to hold his son.