home turf harvest

Her niece would likely see all of Boreas before she turned two if their current pace continued. Belle wasn’t sure that she would enjoy forever travelling, soon she and the girl would need a place to settle. For a while at least. Ban was learning fast, though Deathbelle could easily continue teaching her she needed diversity. For now Belle sought out the orchard, hoping she might find a bit of fermented fruit. Mostly to store away for future use, partially so she might have a relaxing afternoon to herself.

Decorated paws carried her through the woods, the floral fruity smell dampening her senses as she stumbled upon another she wolf. Belle didn’t run into her, but the Klein woman stumbled as she stopped in the clearing. The girl (She was a girl not even two years old yet.) was a bit smaller than herself, but held somewhat similar markings. Was this another Klein child? Curious the woman cleared her throat. ”Are you alright?”