Connections

She would walk slowly through the mangroves that day, the hotness would effect her more than it did most days. That and she was begrudgingly contemplating the thought that Cherokee might not be back in the foreseeable future. Her features seemed rather sad as her alabaster form was take over tangled roots of the old trees. She felt much older now than she had but a season ago, her children were very much keeping her young though. As well as pointing out where her weaknesses were, she was almost raising them single-handedly. Novel helped as well as some of the other family members, but adding the crow she had really loaded herself with responsibility. Her thoughts would be interrupted, the sounds of a child playing caught her attention. There were many new lives running amok in the territory, she had found little time to acquaint herself personally into their lives. But this one had the scent of symphony on her and Song could hardly pass up the chance to meet the girl. Pulling herself forward she would cross the dusty pelted she pup's path. "Hello there, miss. Having a good day exploring the mangroves?" she would smile warmly as she titled her head curiously, haunches coiling beneath her.?