Hideaway Strath Moon Song

The black furred female stood staring at herself in the stream something was wrong with her she just couldn't put a paw on it, she couldn't see the rounder belly in the reflection of her face in the water, so she was still at a loss as to what was different.


Her ears flicked toward noise coming toward her, just her luck. She lapped at the waters surface to hide the fact she had been staring at her reflection and contemplating Charles tactic of burying her head in the water and screaming.

Then she looked up at the trio of wolves coming toward her, with water dripping from her chin. She almost wagged her tail until she noticed the one with the Grandmaster and the Overseer was not pack, her white blues narrowed on the stranger but she didn’t speak or act against him. He was lucky he had these two as his entourage; a commoner being escorted around by royalty.