Wild Berry Meadow If you keep on believing..

had the ogre not been flooded with motherly hormones, she would have left the sleeping child there, or not even approached in the first place. as she began to pull away from the encounter she first looms over nutu, feeling the mixture of cull this thing and bring her home which fit more in line with a lioness; this was not her child, not really. for the time being, she ignored that nagging sensation.

with more care than had been shown to any of her previous children, zharille gathered the girl and stalked off again, seeking home, and her husband. this was not her child and so she could claim it in a way the desert people could not - they would not take this one from her.