Lost Creek Hollow piano black

Ash Paw was not prone to bouts of melancholy or coddling, but she had grown a bit softer with motherhood. But she also didn't want to be intrusive. 

She had heard among the grapevine of what transpired and set herself out to be seen and see.

She came across one of her adopted children and chuffed gently. She settled herself to her hainches and sat erect and queenly. Different colors in her pelt and blue eyes on the child. She would be there if Shadow pup wished to speak. Or for a hug, or she would move away if that was requested too. 

Frankly she couldn't answer much for it was not her place and some things she didn't know.