Wild Berry Meadow o, how my flesh summers

So, her first litter, too? Still beaming, Aure opened her pale maw to agree with the other sprecter of this; but then a question was lofted her way, so the herbalist answered to that instead. “Eating these... berries, I suppose. I haven’t had them since I was a whelp, you know, because springs and summers were so short in my realm.” Well, not her realm anymore, but—

”Ah, I haven’t been this far south before. I’d like to go farther, someday,” the silver admitted. With a shiver through her coat, Aure situated herself back onto her haunches, taking a seat as she idly tongued at her stained jowls. “I wonder how much land there is, between this place and... and, uh, anything else that’s southbound. Have you been confined to this north, too?”