Blackfoot Forest Witchy witch

Ash Paw's children. She hadn't done as well as she had wanted with them. And perhaps she had been a rather terrible mother. She was unsure if she would have anymore. She loved them with every fiber of her being, but she had not done as well as she should have. But perhaps it was the will of the gods.

She had heard her daughter back a ways and had slowed her pace. She knew well that Acantha bless her sweet little heart, was more a homebody than an entrepid explorer, but she admired her merit for attempting and even more her will to keep going when she clearly was not happy about it. 

A small smile, pride in her gaze. I am hunting for herbs to refill my stock for injuried and sickness. You did well tracking me.