Lost Creek Hollow as the river flows

motherhood was a gift. a gift given only to women; they blessed the land with new blood. new faces. only they held the power to creative life aside from the gods. so maybe they should all be exalted as deities. some men, however, saw women as a chance to bolster their bloodline. Baelfire assumed Treason was well cared for by whoever had fathered her children. she hadn't said anything negative about the situation so far. he could be wrong though. she could be hating and regretting every single moment. then again... all pregnant women usually did at some point.

Baelfire committed to memory the name of Gannet, the wolf who wished to learn. maybe not from him specifically - they hadn't even met yet. "I'll find him" he replied, feeling the woman had already done enough. she welcomed him to Lost Creek Hollow, and he didn't even bother to ask what 'rank' he had achieved by this. the young man did not care. as long as he was surrounded by others again, positively, he did not care what he got. "bel'la dos" he muttered in drow before recalling the people here. "I mean - thank you."

she would stand back to allow him access to the territory. Baelfire moved forward, keen on exploring the best places to find herbs. he looked to Treason with a nod, allowing her the opportunity to leave. he was no threat to the pack he was apart of. she must have better things to do now.