Blacktail Deer Plateau praise to the earth mother.

Blue looked down at her son, and then back up to Harlyn. She looked down again, and spoke softly, Why don't you ask Miss Harlyn if she is hungry too? Then you go ahead and get some food, right there from the cache She looked him over, touching his fuzzy head briefly. She felt he should at least offer some food, it was the polite thing to do. She and Lasher had made Caches nearby their home, because she knew times like this would happen. Casmir wouldn't have to walk more than two feet to get some food.

Blue had thus far only lost Pied, in a way that had been all, other than Amelie and perhaps Atticus. Amelie had been too far away for her to save, and Atticus had left. So, she hadn't lost them herself, however she had felt their loss acutely. Pied though, that death still existed in the worst of her darkness. She could have done more she knew, but what was the question. I learned from my mother. She was a traveling healer and story teller, and once she met my father who had been a warrior. He too became a healer and a story teller. I also learned from other packs that we met, and other wolves. And then I also learned by my own trila and error.