Deepwood Weald Ahead by a Century

Raindrop heard the urgent cry from beyond the plateau. It came from the mouth of Dutch, he was family, in more ways than one, and so she would be there. 

She kissed each of her children, then placed a kiss upon her husband’s dark face, grabbing meat from their personal cache, and made her way to the forest of Morningside. 

Once she made it to the border, she called out to Dutch, telling him of her arrival, and crossed the border lines. She followed the scent trail of Dutch and Simbelmyne to their den. Crouching low at the entrance, placed the meat aside and cooed reassuring words to the wife and a warm glance to Dutch. 

“It is okay. Your body knows what to do, it is natural. Your husband is here to comfort you, and so am I.”