Honeyed Pasture Rascal Hog

it would be a favor to have life come through the forest. i believe not many want to come to it, but i cannot live in secrecy.

so why had she kept trying? why had she become a shapeshifter for so long? only now that she was near home again had she felt like she searched for her true self. lost beneath layers gathered from travels far.

perhaps they do not cut through the heart, but come along its edge and know life is still within it.

not only loss, not only death.