let's rest those old bones

The light of day was waning and the summer night was promising to be warm and bright. Already the moon was vying for attention with the setting sun. The big woman had been hard at work all day. She'd collected pallets that she'd commissioned from Iolaire. One for each of the visitors dens. The raised beds kept a body off of the ground, suspended in the center of a wooden frame by tied off skins. They really were an ingenious invention. Despite her daughters current frailness, Iolaire had banged the beds out quickly. It had taken a few of them to pull the cart back with the pallets, but it was worth it. Each den now had a pallet and a few furs. The Hallows were ready to accept those in need of healing.

Resin had just begun to head up to the falls, the days work done, when the call rang out. The giantess turned her head in the direction of the howl then altered her course and moved back past the springs, through the woods, and towards it. The woman's singular eye landed upon the now familiar form of Theory. Her maw lifted upwards in a grin at the group that she'd brought with her. "Theory," she said in greeting, offering the fellow leader a nod. "I see you're taking me up on my invitation." The scarred woman looked to each member that the bob-tailed lady had brought with her. "You're all quite welcome here. Come."

Wide paws carried the ash and onyx woman through the forest surrounding the springs. She moved at a leisurely pace since there were pups. Not everyone was a speed walker like she tended to be. "I trust the journey here was uneventful?" The brow above her missing eye arched in question.  As the trees began to thin, then finally gave way to the clearing where the springs spattered the land, Resin stepped aside. "My home is your home."

"Speech!"

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