Little Goat Mountain It's grander than fiction, the life that we lead.

And older she was, perhaps even, if she could recall now correctly, the eldest of the Deorwine, the woman who tended to these young wandering around these lands now. The one who gushed them to easy sleep, that licked their wet noses and protected their mother's whilst they rest. 

It must. Odessa takes in a deep breath and happily wags her tail, though finds herself to a coughing fit a moment which she aims to smother. One she had never before. Though she held no outward mares from the flames, she knew the destruction had taken its toll on her internally. 

Life is not not meant to be easy, it is meant to push us, test us, and our High Elk sees to this. But we will be stronger for it, no? She smiles to the young girl as she comes to her, sniffing and arching around, ensuring she was quite alright and well. A mother couldnt help herself.