Emberwood So once for the bright sky, twice for the pig sty, thrice for another day

Reverie reached out to pat the girl gently on the back with a paw as she coughed. She was such a nervous thing, not at all like the other Medeiros women. The women of their family were notoriously brazen and bold, the men soft-spoken; Reverie had noticed, too, that these two carried not a hint of Medeiros gold. She couldn't help but wonder after their sire.

But that was a matter for another time. Reverie withdrew her paw with a quiet widening of her eyes as the girl started to panic and whirl in search of the puppies. Her confusion could be excused; their scents were still thick and fresh all around.

It's alright, it's alright, Reverie assured her quickly. They're just napping. Come on, why don't we get out of this hole and get cleaned up? She moved to help her niece up before the girl could panic any further.