Whitefish River Like the magazines say

She was returning to the herb den, jaws lightly clamped around a bundle of willow bark. She had left the children with Emrik again for just a few hours so that she could work on her plants. 

She hadn't expected to find one of Kaistleoki's children wandering about on their own. The little girl looked about the same age as her son and daughter, which meant exploring alone might be dangerous. She understood their overwhelming curiosity, though, and so she had no intention of scolding the child; she was here now anyway and could watch over the pup and escort her home. 

She chuckled a little at the sight of the girl attacking the stick like it had done something to her first. Setting her bark down on the ground near her paws, she smiled. This was not one of Ira's children, so that only left Moonshadow to be this one's mother. She hadn't spent a lot of time with the other healer's litter, but for no reason other than she was just a busy wolf. Hello, she said gently, still smiling. Are you having fun? she asked, amused gaze moving between the pup and the stick.