Bearclaw Valley Mission Intent

Arric.

Well, at least it wasn’t Akavir, though she would have preferred a visit from Arlette, so they could have some time to chat about plans for the summer. She supposed the husband would do, though, to relay her messages back to his wife.

She knew she looked…Well, to be called ungainly would be critical, but accurate. Breaks which began to refill after she’d eaten sagged beneath her where the fur had been almost completely rubbed and sucked off. She’d begun to lose some of the excess weight from her midsection, so now her belly swayed from side to side, the movement exacerbated further by the rows of heavy teats that swung like pendulums. 

She had no shame- it was the look of a mother, and a successful one at that. One who freed up enough time to greet a neighbour at the borders.

Arric, She greeted. Thpring hath thprung it theemth. Did you enjoy our gift-th? Thorry for our tardiness, but elk pelt-th take thome time to prepare, an’ the thame for the dried bithon meat. she said. She tapped one paw against the ground. What bringth you to Bearclaw?