Bitterroot Valley on and on and on

she isn't sure about this. yet here she is, trudging along in the polar opposite direction from what she was traveling.

still, variety is the spice of life--right? Kaali tries to remind herself of this, even as she casts dubious looks at her traveling companions, hanging near the rear of the group, watching both flanks.

she had been captivated by the druid, Olive, and Seabreeze, too. and their girls were a delight. she could only hope that the male pups, growing up in such a female-centered environment, would rise above the curse of their sex. bring something good to the world, for once. they are gentle and kind--

but with time and exposure to the world and its vices comes the inevitable fall.

she would hate to have to slaughter her friends' children, even if it is to bring peace to the earth.

she lingers behind, not speaking much. if she is addressed, her maw will open

but what would come out?

what is there to say?

she is not sure of this.