Hideaway Strath Must have been a deadly kiss

Maiken had been sorting and if she was honestly decorating. She hated bland surroundings. If she had her way they would have colorful shells for plants powdered. She kept seaweed near water. Many things, she wished to do, but some was not conducive to what they were tasked with.

It felt strange to share her duties, but it was also a wonderful experience. Arlette had much knowledge in her white downy head, and Maiken as well. What one did not know the other could share in, and two sets of eyes and paws on a wound, well it seemed the odds were in their favor.

She was lifted from her thoughts by the hearty bark of the War Chief's husband the general and she attended to it promptly. He didn't seem the sort to like dilly dallying.

Hello. She said kindly, dipping her head to him in deference.