Wild Berry Meadow no man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate

she is but a short distance from the oppressive canopy, and yet already she is tugged back. the resists the pull, glad to be free of the wood and yet knowing she is bound by her children first, and oaths second. the two sleep fast, tucked carefully near the back of the den now that they can stand to be without her for short periods. she dares not spend more than 3 quarters of an hour away from them at most, and yet she relishes in the open sky above. it is dark, stars obscured by cloud, and yet she is content merely to feel the vast expanse above. 

she settled one her haunches, gaze settled skyward. now and again there is a break in the stars, and she considers the constellations and myths that are etched out there. her daughters need names, surely, besides the one they share and she is not yet ready to admit. 

@Vengeance!