Lost Creek Hollow I'm a bashful child

hmph. she'd no idea who Treason's mate was, or even that she'd been pregnant - she found it odd that she referred to her father as such, but Treason only by name. "Is Treason your mom?" she questioned, not entirely sure what to make of her choice of words. "I can help look for something!"  she promised, and while her attention was still fixed to the girl, she began to peer through the clovers. 

"nothing really - I'm terrible at singing really, but humming - well, I suppose anyone can do that."  she liked her nonsense tunes, but humming really wasn't a skill to be proud of, or brag of. she'd tried singing, but from the pained expression on her sibling's face, she decided to refrain from the activity.