Hideaway Strath Tell me something that I’ll forget

When the morning came, it was golden and clear, a beautiful day for gardening. The woman had turned to the plots at sunrise to tend their stock of growing herbs and abandoned her work only when the call of their king rang from the assembly of stones where the Sainthood met for public gatherings. The healer spared a moment to duck into their stone dwelling, rousing @Vein if the howl had not already woken the slumbering shaman, before cantering steadily towards the rendezvous -- unable to move with the same freedom now that her stomach had begun to swell with the slightest of baby bumps. The fretful midwife was determined not to lose these pups, taking measures not to move wrong or push herself too hard. 

@Hemlocke went unseen as she breached the fringes of their group, gaze meeting the verdant jade of @Fig's for a moment -- The Priestess allowing her lips to curve faintly with welcome for the newcomer. Moonstones drifted away and up to the Grandmaster next where he perched with his family and Nyra, with the pale blip of her tiny daughter tucked against her underbelly, between and beneath the Phoenix's huge paws. Aerin settled near her mate's side, thinking of the last pack meeting she had attended and all that had occurred since.

A warm blossom of happiness unfurled in her chest, the wisp of feathered snow brushing her temple to Vein's shoulder before straightening to turn her full attention towards their leaders.