Meadowlark Prairie Get some whipped cream on the top too.

He had tried not to startle her, but apparently it didn't work. Well, she couldn't say he didn't try - but it was more the following groan that left her than the snarl that proceeded it. Was this what happened when wolves went senile? What was up with her?

Cinar attempted to catch her gaze, searching for the older wolf's eyes. Towhee. What's wrong? He was no herbalist, so he was unsure of what he could do. He assumed she was sick.

Maybe it was one of those strange illnesses women fell into. He knew there were many of those; heats, but Towhee was surely too old based on their previous conversation, hysteria, something his father often exiled women for, or just being plain overemotional wrecks. He knew there were others, but he did not care to listen to the rants of old men long enough to remember.