Silvertip Mountain I will personally stab you in the eye with a foreign object

body pile? jhala was fucking in.

loyally, she followed her husband wherever he would take them. her two children trudged under her belly, tapat asking over and over where they were going. she wasn't sure where they were going, only that they were leaving, and every way they went they picked up a new body to follow them. it was wonderful, and jhala was happy. but when reek announced a storm, her spirits fell. it was a bad storm, she knew. it was cold already, almost too cold her for her dear babies, and she was afraid they'd get caught in it. thankfully, they didn't, instead making it to a den at the bottom of a mountain-- one she was thankful for.

when they arrived in the cave, she ushered her children forward and went straight to her husband, standing up on her hind legs and plopping her front ones over his back, nipping at his ears. "you first," she instructed him playfully, letting her body fall limp over his. she was fat enough, muscly anyway, and it was her hope that her weight would make him roll over, and then she would tell her two boys to climb between them, and the rest of their rag-tag group could certainly follow. but reek and her babies were the most important.