Ocean's Breath Plateau the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings

All welcome!

NOTE: Each of the traveling threads is a day apart. ♥ This is day five, March 25, 2017.

The steady heat of the afternoon sun might have proved oppressive were it not for the cool, crisp breezes that scampered ashore to weave through the tall, soft grasses that blanketed the plateau. It was a pleasant place to stop and allow Olive to nurse her children, and Lotte found quickly that the rhythmic shushing of the feathery blades against her fur acted as a soporific. Tucking herself into an appropriately sized dint in the earth, she curled into a ball and pillowed her nose on her hind paws, her throat and cheek flush against the curve of her abdomen. Now and again, the fluttering kicks of her children forced her to alter her position, but for the most part she was content to sleep off the toil of travel until the pack was ready to move again.