Sheepeater Cliff eleven

"icelandic translation here"
Blue was a firm believer in the adage that you are only as old as you feel, and she often felt young. Though there were days where she felt older than life itself. Those were the bad days, the days when healing wouldn’t work and she usually lost a patient.

Blue was going to miss her father, she knew he had only come this far to die, knew it like she knew her self and she knew herself pretty darn well. It made her heart hurt, but her father would find a way to go honorably, he always was an honor bound man, always. He had told her he spoke to her daughter, and she had smiled having to explain to him that no she hadn’t had a child or been pregnant and didn’t tell him, she had merely adopted the sweet girl.

Speaking of her daughter, she was going to be soon no more a juvenile but an adult, and she would have to pull her weight in the pack. It filled Blue with joy and pride, while also making her worry to no end. What if Amelie couldn’t do something, or worse what if something happened to her. It scared her that the little girl was growing so quickly, and she didn’t even want to think when or if she ever had actual pups that she watched grow from birth, she worried about Peregrines pups enough as it were.

Blue heard the howl rise up over the cliffs and across the plains and she took off at a dead run. Afraid, but also happy to see her daughter. Afraid, because she always feared something bad had happened since her world was shaken at the foundation with Junior. She made it beside the girl and spoke softly on a pant. What is it Amelie?