Lost Creek Hollow Morning days.

So many mouths to feed and Ash Paw was not certain her body could keep it up. She was trying and she wouldn't complain. Three from the creek, her own, and when or if Silvertongue needed it. The poor girl. Her birth had been traumatic and awful and Ash Paw wasn't sure how to ease that, for her. No it wasn't good.

Today she found a moment of time to herself to lay near the creek. A gentle pant in her sides. She rummaged through some herbs to find some for milk production, to help ease pain, to help keep wait on. She would also need someone to catch her some fish, or perhaps catch them herself.