Sleepy Fox Hollow This land

There were to be puppies born here. He didn't know much about the wife of Mahler or even Mahler himself really. But at least he knew the latter's name. He had prepared what he knew they may need what his mother had used, but at the same time, this was woefully beyond his area of expertise at least in some aspects. His mother and auntie had used water, as had many of the woman in his family. It made it easier. There was no water here.

So he had searched out herbs he knew to help with milk, and pain and nausea and had squirreled them away. Knowing that Mahler probably had already done so. But he liked to be prepared too.

Today he found himself along the river sniffing at the reeds and wondering if they could be used for anything. They seemed sturdy and yet pliable and the cottony stuff that came out of them was fascinating.