Seaside Moors for by my side you put on

three weeks. anyone who came upon the den might find the mother tidying its edges. she did not go far, but as the pair grew, she could be seen in the distance upon the moors, never far from sight. today she lay in a patch of heather just beyond the darkened edge of her sod-covered shelter, blinking in the bright sunlight.
nieve was usually close at hand, but erzulie suspected her older daughter might find herself quite wearied these days. in hope the golden child was sleeping, the beta did not call for her, only lay back against the sunwarmed blossoms and dozed.