Lost Creek Hollow mezcal

Despite her attitude problem, Shadowpup had found enough self-resolve to stay silent as she hovered beside @Ash Paw when the Star cared for Silvertongue. Multiple check-ups happened throughout the day and the girl was beginning to have some understanding of herbs and their healing properties. However, the precious information was almost lost on Shadowpup, whose mind was abuzz with emotion.

It was like a hundred bats flapped noisily in her brain. She wasn’t sure what to make of Silvertongue’s return. In many ways, she wished she could forget all the horrible things she had heard that night.

“Tia Plata, are you okay? Can I get you something?” she asked benignly as her head poked into the den where her birth-mother rested.