the joys of teething

Banshee admitted that they had never told her what she had received, or what that she had missed it all together. If it was pain in her gums, it could be anything from tusks to fangs to... well, what else could grow out of a mouth? Horrible mutations came to mind and she tried to put them out of her head. If Belle had been graced with claws and Luce with a pair of pointed horns, what was the worst they could curse Banshee with?

All at once, rain came pouring from the sky. Lucretia cursed aloud, turning and staring into her den with alarm. Her stores were threatened. If the den flooded, Ashen were be bereft of herbs for the winter. She would have to go begging from other packs like a commoner. The rain came in sheets, falling with such a weight that she was surprised Banshee was able to stay on her paws. "quick, before we head to high ground, help me sort the herbs into safer storage. we must have a healthy stock for the winter!" Luce darted back into the den and quickly began shuffling herbs out of the lowest compartments and placing them as high up as she could into the shadowy recesses near the ceiling of the den. With Banshee helping, hopefully they could make quick work of it.

"lucretia mutters..."