Moonspear ^___________^

Treepie loved being touched, though the weight of the woman’s paw made her skin flush hot and prickly. And though the words she said were both comforting and wise, they seemed to provoke another wave of nausea. She couldn’t think of what she might’ve eaten to cause this, though perhaps the stranger was right: better out than in.

She pushed past the she-wolf and vomited on the doorstep, where the rain might quickly wash away the evidence. A little shakily, Pie wiped her at her mouth and made to retreat… only to freeze. She usually hated being any combination of cold or wet, though the mist on her face felt incredible just now.