Wapun Meadow The road is getting hard to see

I'm glad to hear it, he said. Delivering four pups is certainly no easy feat. Frederick could only imagine. Four little puppies growing inside of you. Four. His face scrunched for a moment as he thought about it: would that not be cramped?

Eti spoke of the children, then. I suppose there's not much else for them to do, the goliath said, voice laced with a chuckle. How old are they? Still potatoesque? He knew that much. When pups were born, they were practically balls of fur. Not much else, aside from mewling and nursing.

He looked to the grasses and plants beneath them, now. Shifting the topic. You were gathering plants, right? Before I interrupted you. Can I help in any way?