Cedar Sweep All Mother's gifts
March 06, 2021, 11:09 AM
Saints Of The Dying Light
His paws squelched through mud though it was not deep, the ground below still clutched at the last vestiges of winter and was frozen deeper down. Soon though all mother would shake the winter鈥檚 cold from her.

Even so The over large white brute had mud flecked through his pelt as he searched high and low for herbs and plants to take and replant elsewhere.

He stopped by the base of a small tree and sniffed carefully he could tell some flower had grown there in the past he wondered if her took the patch of order topsoil would he be able to encourage the flowers to grow again?

Carefully he pawed the dirt trying to separate a chunk or clump of dirt intact

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All Mother's gifts - by Vein - March 06, 2021, 11:09 AM