we will call this our land

Gossamer shifted the pack on her back, slowing to a stop when they finally arrived. The journey had been a good work out for her between the pack and the small travois she was hauling that contained various tinctures, tins and bowls. Each of her companions carried their own load and she instructed them to take the communal items to the designated storage area for healing items. She had her personal stores that she would set up in her den once she chose a location for herself but for now she needed a break to rest her paws. Gossamer slipped out of the travois and set her bag down on the ground before flopping on her side. She could rest and work at the same time. After all the items in the travois would all need to be sorted. Some contained dried meats, some contained mead and of course she had several rolled hides as well. She worked at the straps, tilting her head to the side at Mortis singing. What on earth… had he just cracked?