(OOC: What should her name be?)<br/><br/>As Emily continued to glance at her little bundle of joy, she rattled her brain for a name for her daughter. She also looked to the horizon and was afraid of what the night would bring. Another thought occurred to Emily, and she wondered if her newborn daughter would crave meat. Even wolves were raised on milk for the first few weeks, and she hoped that would be true for her daughter too. She hadn't felt any teeth while her baby had nursed from her, but she wondered if maybe she just hadn't felt them.<br/><br/>Despite all of her worries, Emily was relieved to be going home. She was glad that no one had interrupted her or was there to ask unwanted questions. Emily felt tired, but she wasn't looking forward to falling asleep any time soon. She would just get what rest she was able to until after she was sure that her daughter either wouldn't transform, or was normal again. Until then, Emily figured it was most likely going to be a rough night.