Bearclaw Valley That the past is real II

One child in Swiftcurrent- they had perhaps been small last spring then, she thought. They might grow more this year, and she considered the benefits of allowing their children to mingle. 

The mere idea of having children with Ancelin made her bristle lightly with anticipation. ”Uth too. My mate Anthelin an’ I are gonna have kidth thith year,” She claimed. Drust was a solitary creature- there was no telling whether there would be any other litters in the valley this summer.

 For now, though, there was Amalia and Athalia to consider. ”Our girlth might like to meet your young one. What’re they like?” She asked, still a bit unsure herself how she might best describe the two girls she and Ancelin had taken in.