The Sunspire sister datura

almost she did not tell him, and her eyes flicked sidelong in minute suspicion. but they were both warriors, and warriors did not keep things from one another. "herb keeps body from making pups," she told him with a vaguely amused toss of her head, rolling the bolus to the other cheek.


she hoped.

citrus gaze brightened with interest and pleasure to see the place hex had claimed. cold springs fed by mountain snow drew her thirst, but the clearing with its spill of sunlight brought a purl of delight.

"alli," she muttered as muzzle fell to stalking prey-spoor. hex was fixed next in her sunflower sights. swallowing cohosh juice, muskrat asked, "you name land?" what would they call themselves, she asked herself, gleefully sprinting ahead of their conversation in her mind.