Duck Lake Through the boughs of the garden

A belch filled the air, and she had to stifle a small laugh, turning it into a cough. At least his belly was full now.

You're welcome.

Amalia tilted her head. Because we grew to small to support ourselves. So we joined another pack to make a larger pack. This way more bodies could hunt and fish and feed the young.

Amalia wanted to reach out and rub a muzzle across his head, but she wasn't sure if he would accept that. So instead she placed a paw near his and nudged it gently with kind eyes.

Do you want to talk about your aunt?