Blackfeather Woods I’ll always love you

Her head dipped down as she rolled the hare closer to the dark mother. You. She softly spoke as she backed up from the gift. Her tail gave a few soft sways by her ankles before it settled back down. Mother? It was a soft question as she peered at the den behind Moonshadow. There was a certain anxiety that settled in the pit of her stomach at the idea of being so close to such vulnerable life.