Noctisardor Bypass in the trees, is a ghostly breeze

This was the first time Druid had heard of this responsibility. She felt the weight of it settle on her shoulders and she shifted uncomfortably. She remained quiet as Laurel explained some of what she might be able to offer the younger pups. It relieved some of the sudden tension she felt, though Druid still felt unsure.

Maybe I could teach them how to fish, she said, attention drifting to the trout. Would they have the attention span for such a task? I’ll do my best, Druid added after a thoughtful pause. If not for the children themselves, she did want to support Laurel.

What about you? the youth questioned, genuinely more curious about the Zuerste than her children. Is there anything else I could bring you? Or… Druid’s voice trailed off uncertainly. What might a nursing mother need from her pack mates, besides food?