Bearclaw Valley i never pictured myself singing lullabies

she had come to trust the midwife since the birth of her children, and she welcomed the woman into the den as her tail beat against the dirt floor.  she began to pant, sniffing at the bouquet.  for her?

flowers held a lot of meaning to annasiak.  she had presented them to alexander (and later on, she would present them to laurel) as an act of love.  

should the woman enter the den and get close enough, she'd be met with excited licks delivered to her maw.