Arrow Lake kleine vögel

set for 4/3, evening. @Aurëwen but aw <3

spring had truly come to the mountains; he saw it in the way the trees lifted their heads, beginning to blossom into leaf, the new grasses 'round the edge of the lake, the twittering birdsong that greeted he and his own each morning. and the man's heart was light, for the first litter in diaspora throve.
today he made his way toward the thicket of the motherdove, carrying a beaver's fatty tail and a small collection of herbs. aurëwen had been quite weak during the birth, and following; mahler found it necessary to check soon upon her to ensure that she was not suffering the blood-sickness that sometimes struck down new mothers in the days to follow their whelping.
setting down his burdens outside her door, the gargoyle cleared his throat. "aurëven? it is mahler. i have some things for you."