Lilya listened carefully to the refresher course – dark green, hairy heart shaped leaves. That would be easy enough, yes? She nodded softly, following just behind her daughter before breaking off to search her own patch of land for the herbs that would help sate the uncomfortable churning her stomach held. Lavender’s siblings were active, constantly punching her insides around enough to know they likely would not have as easy of a time raising them as they had the two older girls.
It would be fine, though. They would manage just as they always had. It surely would be easier than it had this past year, as Lilya was confident (or more of praying to the gods) that she was having less than five pups. She caught the scent of coyotes on the wind as she was searching. They were too close to the borders for her comfort. “Lav, Emrys… we’ve got trouble.” She called out softly as she growled, her tail elevating and curling behind her back as she glared at the vermin. That was food her children could be eating. They appeared to think the same of their own as they guarded the kill once they noticed her standing there.