Blacktail Deer Plateau darjeeling or peppermint

Despite any determination she had not to see him, he came closer anyway. Eventually it was enough to make her stop and lift her lip at him again, then driving on the point with the low growl. There was that annoyance first, but it cleared to a different sort of understanding soon after she warned him off; he limped, he suffered. The mother in her reared its wretched, ugly head and instinct warred well on around her.

A deep breath, and then another. It truly was him. Winter had not let him rest either and she knew how miserable it could be. But that was not it. Suspicions bled into being and she wondered how, exactly, they had done this to him. Surely, it was the wretched insects that crawled thick across these lands that had dared to lay their teeth into what was hers. What else would dare trouble their kind? Even him, as dim as he was.. did not deserve their hazing and barking.

To her grown son, she rumbled low again but did not linger with her focus on him. Distraction would have to do instead, even if they were not the ones responsible. Skuld turned away from him and moved off towards the strongest scent of rancid canine flesh she could find, each step faster than the last.