Blackfeather Woods How to save a life

Potema looked like a pack mule. Tendrils of moss were draped along her back, covering her white, mud-streaked pelt with dark green. She struggled to keep them from slipping as she attempted to keep mushrooms tucked underneath her chin and in her mouth. She was failing, however, with her constantly having to stop as mushrooms fell out. As she would dip down to collect the mushrooms, moss slipped from her back. It was a very tedious and frustrating process. Perhaps her mother intended this all along to increase her patience.

But her labor ended when Cicero came, telling her Burke was hurt! Potema's eyes grew wide. "Burff murfft?" She asked, mushrooms falling from her mouth as she spoke. She spat the rest out so she could speak clearly. "Cic' grab the mus'rooms! Mama might need 'em." She gathered a few of them again, and starting running past her brother, nervous if Burke was deathly ill. He was old enough where that possibility was high, Mother said, like she was.