Qeya River jedan

senka almost felt too good to be true. she would not be trusted around the children just yet, at least not alone, but would be expected to provide for them no less. wren glances back at her and makes note of the eagerness in her tone.
nope, she shrugs, ears panning toward the sides of her head in a flash before they pop back up. well, we do have one guy who may be of interest to you. ksura. he's a wicked good hunter. and he can keep up with the gremlins when silver and i want our alone time.
across the river, the trees break away into a clearing, teaming with glacier lilies and heather. in the distance is a scattered group of does who pause their grazing to peel their gaze toward the two women. soon, the babes would be able to roam here, protected by the bounty of snowmelt; wren smiles absentmindedly to herself as she pictures the four little bodies loping through the brush, hearing echoes of their shrill laughter.