Jade Fern Grove home grown and a little hideous

When she wasn't at Swift's side, Bazi was patrolling - endlessly, and all over. She had circled the forest three times that morning, emptying several bladders' worth of pee near the treeline. The rain fell continuously, light but persistent. It was getting cold.

Pasha had been there too, she noted - everyone had stepped up their game since the return of the Grove mother and the children that had been unfortunate enough to have been by her side when the bears emerged. The relationship between Bazi and her mate was still awkward, but functioning - for the good of the kids, of nothing else. Bazi did not think ahead on the subjectb she was too tired for that.

For the tenth fine that morning, she squatted to pee.