Deepwood Weald younger than the mountains

She was restless and so was the babies that filled her belly. She couldn’t sit still and found herself hunting small critters to make a small cache to keep by her den. She knew that once they were born; she wouldn’t be able to leave much.

When she returned she seen her cousin. She had a small squirrel in her maw and started digging softly at where the others were set and left it there as well. Letting out a small chuff now that she wasn’t holding anything in her mouth.