Emberwood many the miles

Ah. That answered her question. Moorhen was a little relieved that he was not one of Venninne's children, as she would have been sorry to tell him that his mother had already come and gone. She didn't know Laurel or Indra quite as well, and she'd been closer with the latter than the former, but the answer was still, "Yes." She shoved her nose against the dirt to help relieve an itch, and then snubbed a forepaw over it instead. "Her name is Laurel," she added, realized it was quite sad that he didn't know her name, and also potentially problematic if that was allowed to persist.

She licked her nose to rid it of dirt and thought about how Laurel was quite pretty. "I lived in Bearclaw Valley with my husband and our wives," she explained. "I knew them both. And Xan." Her eyes flicked over him, looking for signs of the male in his countenance. They seemed very different to her, but Moorhen still had an inkling that this was Xan's son.