Blacktail Deer Plateau quest

The heavy, foul scent of puppy farts was not enough to rouse an exhausted mother- who knew the scent to be natural, healthy even. Mewling cries did not perturb her either- even asleep it seemed she could determine a hungry cry from a gassy baby cry. This cry, however, was not a typical Hilda note. Solveig awakened to see light scratches on her daughter’s flank. 

”Little one, your first war wounds,” She said in a voice calm and reassuring. She nudged the boy carefully off his sister, tucking him closer to her side. She sniffed the girl, and caught just a faint whiff of blood. She sighed and smoothed her tongue over her daughter’s scratch with a chuckle. ”It will not leave a scar; you will have many more in life that will.”