Blackfeather Woods The flowers show us rain is necessary

She watched as the girl whom she had seen grown up (for the most part at least) handled herself when she was presented with this situation. 

Moonshadow was reassured as she spoke; she clinged to every word and felt at ease when she mentioned tundra would be watching the borders. The other however was one she hadn’t met; yet at least. “Your welcome; I felt that this was urgent for you to know and I will. I’ve already seemed a whelping den. I feel their birth is near.”