Sun Mote Copse orchid

Honey sighed audibly, taking a moment to turn away from Asherah. I understand, she admitted with a light laugh, This isn't my first pregnancy. It was hard for Honey to speak about such things, as they stirred up a pain that she'd long since tried to forget. But, knowing that it would better her in the end, she gave a kind laugh and started with the tale. When I was younger, I had a mate. We fell in love almost instantaneously. That winter, I had my first litter. One of my children was stolen from me and the other was killed in an accident. I lost my mate to starvation not long after, and then I lost my sister. Honey looked down at her paws for a moment, then turned back up to meet Asherah's eyes. My mother named me Esther. I had to change my name after that because it felt wrong to refer to myself as a woman who no longer existed. Esther Mae Dayholt was once her name, but now she was Honey. Just Honey.

Otherwise, I'm doing fine. Things seem to be progressing well. She smiled at her swollen abdomen and pawed at it, hoping to get a small reaction from the children within. I like the idea of being near other mothers. Early development is very important, and I'd like for our pups to be able o bond as more than just pack members, but as family.