Death In the Forest sat hid sat in a crop of rather large fern fronds. She didn't want to admit that she really didn't want to be found, but that if what was happening was actually happening then The Mother Father was probably going to be sending one of the chosen few, a mare or a stag, to find her and potentially bless her coming children.

That was how these things worked, right? They hadn't had anything like that in the caves, and she was sure it was just a myth, but she couldn't be positive that was the case. What if that was how it really worked and then she ticked The Swamp off by not being findable when the time came?? But, also, she was deeply in denial that children were going to be a thing.

So, she sat.
Hidden, but not very well, by rather large fern fronds.

(@Maxx Okay, finally! Thank you for letting Jun volunteer you for this! I appreciate you! <3)

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Sometimes Tidings reminded him to get some greens into his diet like a good buck, and so today Distant Thunder was snuffling around half-heartedly in the brush looking for anything worth eating. It was easy in the plains where most of the grass was dewy and succulent, and rather less mushy, mucky, or incredibly hardy and spikey. He could appreciate the swamp's salty touch on vegetation here and there, though. He just didn't feel like rooting through the mud today for his greens, like a good buck. There wasn't a good shrub for a long stretch there. He was tiring of (attempting to/) be(ing) a good buck.

Ah, ferns! Large, leafy and green. Good enough. He galloped over and blithely started eating the fronds hiding a kin he had no idea about. Such was his dutiful attention to eating his greens today.

( @LOLLI qAq nyam)