Sequoia Coast currant

The meat did her wonders. Even though the Dreamer had to masticate for her at first, feeding her as if she were one more child within this shelter, Wilwarin accepted the help and slowly, slowly, achingly slowly, her energy levels increased. The boys drank from her and she lay prone there.

The snow piled outside. It was warmer in the shelter than before; Dreamer was there, she recognized now. He was watching the storm, and she was watching him.

When she mouthed something, he would not see—and so Wilwarin tried to sit up, dislodging one of the boys from a teat, and listened as they squalled for her.