Swiftcurrent Creek That you're drowning in the water

Suzu took very little in terms of ‘Mama breaks,’ in the early days of motherhood. Presently, she handled their demands relatively well- assisted tenfold by her brother who provided emotional support, food, childcare, and reassurance. She wanted for very little, and because of this, she did not seek alone time as an escape. 

Often, it was only to relieve herself somewhere away from the children. Some days she fished, so they could eat food high in fat, and know the flavours she grew up with. It helped with her homesickness, too, to fish in the shallowest parts of the river where the current wasn’t too treacherous. 

She knew water was dangerous, no matter how buoyant she was. 

She sought to stretch her legs a bit- walk to the borders and back- and it was then that she caught sight of the man whose scent was often heavy along the borders, but smelled of children as well. 

She called out with a soft bork before she took a quick look at herself to make sure she wasn’t too untidy. She grimaced lightly to see her underside so distended, chapped nipples poking out of her fur. She brought her hocks closer together in an attempt to regain some amount of modesty, having failed to notice a little bit of baby barf on her shoulder and streak of something kind of greenish at the edge of her ear.