Lost Creek Hollow cuate

"each day they grow stronger and more full of life. we should take them to visit the pups in the other packs, perhaps at the close of summer." silvertongue did not feel put upon as she discussed shadowpup and stormpup. they were not hers, after all; the children belonged to ash paw and to crowfeather. a touch of pain to think it; she moved on, planting a kiss to his shoulder. "they love the butterflies."