Blackfeather Woods it tells you who's real and who's not

I pop in here to avoid checker

Mountainwoman. 

She'd begun to call herself such after the mountains she hailed from, the once-thriving Mount Frostcrest. Now Meylodi hardly felt like a member of her own family, and always watched by her mate that never seemed far from her. It rattled down the dark woman's spine and into the earth, how he constantly watched the woman he married.

Despite knowing she was as hardheaded as a bison and as quick of wit as a snake. Maybe she was the one growing unwise. Her rounded belly meant she didn't travel far from @Void or last year's litter. But away she stole for half a day, anyway, her pale-pelted @Raen ever following in her mother's pawsteps and hot on her trail.

Ah wish ye didn', wolflin' - yer hardly moar dan a gerl- but she digressed- it wasn't worth arguing. 

Life didn't make much sense, did it?