Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

Her shoulders sagged at the woman's response. I don't think very long, she said in a small voice, loath to admit that her eye over the children had not been as sharp as usual. We just moved from the forest out to the open land. A couple of our members were. . .c-crushed under falling trees.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Not here, not now. Chin up, Nona.

We've met before, Maegi said, peering curiously at the other wolf. At least, I think we have. What pack are you from? The smells along her pelt were completely unfamiliar, even if her appearance did give off a vibe of familiarity. The Melonii was fairly adept at remembering faces, and usually could put a name to them. They must have only crossed paths briefly. . .