Lost Creek Hollow not crawling; not falling down

She hadn't understood his words, but she knew well the cruelty of the dreams and she moved into view. His children and her children bundles of fluff upon the floor. She studied him with knowing eyes, but said nothing at first. The azure of them bright and vibrant.

Chamomile helps with that, and it leaves no lasting affects. Unless of course you like what you are doing and whose visiting you in your dreams.

She settled to her haunches and curled her multicolored tail around the soot of her paw, and yawned softly. She had already taken some herbs to help with milk production and she had looked over his children for any lasting affects, unsure how long their mother had been gone, but other than incessantly hungry, they were in good health and he had done well, quickly.