Hushed Willows Nourishment for all

Spur drowsed, drawing deep, slow breaths of the early summer air. She sensed her brothers nearby and felt safe, though she refused to let herself fall deeper into sleep. It was just that she truly didn't have much energy left these days. Ever since the second trek to Horizon Ridge, Larkspur was running on fumes. And though she herself didn't realize it, an older, wiser wolf might see the signs for what they were: Spur was starting to succumb to extended starvation.

When the powerful smell of fish wafted into her nose, an internal battle commenced. On one hand, she just didn't have the energy to sit up and eat. On the other, it was food! Larkspur's wide blue eyes slowly fluttered and opened, then she pushed herself upright. She blinked at the familiar face of Shikoba, then down at the fish between her paws, and whined.