"A son." Ahnasha echoed, still partially incapacitated from her ordeal. The daze she was in meant she was still staring straight up at the clouds as the aching and pain in her body started to dissipate. She did, however, glance for a moment over to the cub in his arms and gave a light smile. Meanwhile, Meesei started removing the filthy blankets from underneath Ahnasha and replacing them with clean ones. Ahnasha herself also could stand to be cleaned up, but she needed to take a few moments to recover. 

Meesei wanted to get the child cleaned up quickly, so she took the time to soak one of their furs in the nearest river for the task. Among lycans, even an infant was immune to most disease, so it would be perfectly safe. She returned to the new parents after a few minutes and offered the blanket to Fendros. "Here, you can use this to clean him up." She explained before quickly stepping back to allow the pair time together. By this point, Ahnasha had recovered enough that she was now sitting up and completely aware of her surroundings. 

Ahnasha was still coming to terms with the idea that she had a son. She had been carrying him, they had talked about it constantly over the past few months, but now he was here, right in front of her. Like all Khajiit newborns, he was small and had not yet started growing into the form he would eventually take. Like herself, he had light brown fur. There were no markings on his body, though they could still form over time.The child had been crying since the moment it was born, and was still crying as Fendros was cleaning him off. She finally turned her gaze away from the child's face and to Fendros'. "Let me hold him." She said simply.