Lost Creek Hollow garden song

Ash was firther along than the wives of Riverclan and thus. Her sickness had begun to abate. But where her sickness was gone. The swelling of body had begun. Her belly well rounded, she looked a bit like a barrel with legs. Her body having its own rollicking gate that would have been at home on a penguin or a dodo bird, but just looked comical on the multicolored wolf.

But she had not been blind to the ways Wren and Silver had changed. Or the tears that had plagued the she wolf or at the very least the tear teacks left not so much privy to the tears themselves.

So today she set forward. In her maw a ginger root and a small rabbit fur. She wasn't a wolf that could gather large game, but small game didn't elude her.

She settled away and chuffed. Certain to give the other woman her space. Though Ash had to shift a few times to get her body right