Aprehension grips at Cottonwood but he strums up the courge to politely tap the hollows entrance before hopping inside.
Clearly his throat he murmurs
"Ahem, Mistwhisper? You're daughter told me you're here, she told me to see you."
As he waits for an answer Cottonwood takes the time to survey his soroundings.
The healers of the warren really had quite the upgrade.
The hollow was a wide full circle with a skylight that trinkled through tangled roots that rippled around in waves spreading out from one larger root that forked once it reached the center.
Along the walls of the hollow hung herbs that were thrown over the roots.
In the far right edge was a pile of medicinal plants and the odd grain here and there.
"Oh, it's you Cottonwood."
Called a deep feminine voice.
Cottonwood turns his head to a slightly shadowed edge his gaze meeting the cold unforgiving stare of his mate's mother's yellow gaze.
"Ah, yes"
He tries to keep eye contact but takes often breaks to paw the ground.
"You're daughter se-"
"I know dhe sent you, but why?" Interuppts stepping closer sniffing at him on her hind legs, ears lain back.
He lays his ears back leaning backward away from her on all fours, "I have a cut on my right shoulder miss."
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-Warren- By Alexzandria Stormwielder
FantasyDuring the early goldrush of America a lot of stories and folktales arose across settlements. Tales of giants, white bison, and men covered with thick fur enchanted the minds of boys, girls, and men alike. Seeing as the country was just begining to...
