Silver Creek ithaca

Though the Queen had yet to signal her return, Korinna flitted in and out of the den like a frantic moth. To the nearby woodlands, she carried heaps of old, dry leaves and debris in her mouth. The den, long since dug under the shelter of solid rock and boughs of cedar by beings other than she, was the only one of appropriate size to serve a Queen—and a potential consort, but Korinna pushed that thought from her mind for the moment.

@Thalassa had not seen fit to take her with her on her latest journey. Instead, Korinna had been entrusted with the care of their home. Oh, but it was a mess! Unacceptable! Inexcusable!

The weight of the task sent her dainty paws scurrying back and forth, until she bumped into another furry shape. Korinna yelped and dropped the clump of leaves and dirt she was carrying.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”