Lost Creek Hollow mezcal

"i am all right, shadowpup. i only wanted to see you." she did not know that the girl had been there that night; she did not have a full comprehension of what exactly her daughter knew, but it was time that things half-obscured were given light. at least some. beyond shadowpup's shoulder, leaves drifted down to the carpet of viridian grass, and silvertongue drew strength from the beauty before she offered the young wolf a small smile. "i know that things lately have been confusing. i wanted to answer any questions you might have for me." any, her eyes emphasized.