Mistysnow, Spiritual Herbalist of Field Colony
“Oh, dear. Your heart has gotten you into trouble again.” As if she had heard Spottedshadow’s thoughts–and perhaps she could, with the Spirits’ blessing–Mistysnow hauled herself onto the boulder to sit beside Spottedshadow. She licked the top of Spottedshadow’s head. The dark-furred molly purred, happy for company.













