Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

Ash Paw saw the frown, and was for a moment, concerned she had asked something unable for the other to teach at the moment, but then the she wolf spoke again. Her voice of hushed whispers growing in the quietness of the forest.

Ash Paw with gentle paws and teeth, removed some of the plant, making sure to as offered split it two ways. She would not take it all. If this she wolf, the seer was willing to help her gather and learn. Well then she was going to keep her end of the bargain as well.

Thank you and some for you.