Wild Berry Meadow one pulls into port

Easy's kindness was almost too much. Akavir, she managed, feeling as if she could cry. Big man, black pelt—you're so nice, Easy. Thank you.

They'd stopped upon speaking, and she realized that the stated goal of finding a den had still gone unreached.

Oh, yeah, Lilitu broke in. Your den. Do you have any kind of place you're looking for in particular?

She'd never had kids, but she knew mothers liked spots that were hidden, secure, and warm. She wasn't sure if they'd find that in this open meadow, even with the myriad bushes around them.