Blackfeather Woods I come bearing gifts

her daughters grew quickly - already they began to shift, to move with greater strength and hone their voices as they cried out and fought against her attempts to bathe and move them. they would be fierce; of that she was sure. she had yet to leave them since the pestilence, and so received the call of another with a chuff that was welcoming enough, but did not shift from her place beside her daughters. "I don't know you," she offered, though the words were not hostile. she knew of her - the only other mother thus far (at least, to actual children) - but not her name, who she was. until then, she remained on guard. "I am Cassiopeia." perhaps she knew, but an introduction on her part was more likely to receive one on the woman's part.