Lost Creek Hollow madre

it had been many days since silvertongue had sought an end to her body's changing. in the moment, the great harrowing had felt effective. but her figure's thickening flanks had not abated. silvertongue had arrived home some days after @Ash Paw had given birth, keeping to herself as not to be noticed by the others. but she was a leader, and as such she could not hide herself forever. only from crowfeather. and even that was not possible, not wanted. a trout in her jaws, she came to find the woman, nostrils flaring at the scent of milk that tugged vaguely at her own instincts. "buenos dias," silvertongue greeted. "you are doing a hard job. let me feed you."