Lost Creek Hollow not crawling; not falling down

Ash Paw wasn't a kind wolf not really. Prideful, vain, haughty on a good day. But she didn't lie and if she spoke somwthing, she felt it truth.

I am not. But my auntie raised a family here. Near the coast. And my cousin Gunnar is nearby.

She stretched a paw and twirled it absentmidnedly as she thought. I came here to watch over auntie as she found a place for a final rest. And I am a healer and midwife. My akillset seemed needed so i stayed.