Big Salmon Lake the sore feet song.

It had taken Blue a few days to leave the confines of the Plateau in search of Finley, and she feared the trail would go cold. Not to mention that she had to stop at regular intervals to rest her fatigued self and throw up in the bushes. Not a good time to be hunting down another when she was just starting her pregnancy, and she hoped it would not cause ramifications later. She held tight to the belief that her mother had traveled with her and she had been fine, so her children would be too.

Finally, Blue came across a break in the trail and she added some much needed zest to her step. Finley! Oh Thank goodness. She made it to the edge of the lake and lay down heavily. I'm so glad I found you Finley, I'm so sorry you got chased away, please let me help you get home? Are you okay? Are you in much pain? I brought some herbs to help dull it, I can't give you anything to make you sleep, but it can dull it at least. She regurgitated words at a rapid pace, and then lay panting tired and sore and queasy.