Lost Creek Hollow madre

silvertongue shook her head at that last. "i already tried. and there was — so much blood, the last time." her voice was a whisper. "crowfeather would be empty if i were to die." no. she could not risk it; she must press on. a thought. "but — but if something were to happen, ash paw, would you, ah. nurse them?" the thought, the thought of them living after all of this; a scandal.