horses can eat blueberries, yay
Just as the war had caused her to be busy, so had the spoils of it. Alma was constantly trying to figure out way to convince the horse she had acquired that she was not an enemy. She had success so far, in bribing it with food to eat. It allowed her to get closer while it was eating and had even allowed her to lead it a few times. The orange coyote felt proud of this small achievement, though she was slightly guilty that she had to use some of the food from Inferni's stores to feed the beast.
Alma was headed to the patch of blueberries, carrying a plastic bucket that was a disgustingly bright shade of pink. It was one of them items she had acquired from her trip to Halifax; it only needed some cleaning before it was usable, unlike some of the other things she found. She must have looked quite ridiculous carrying such a bright object with her, along her equally bright fur, but Alma was unconcerned - or perhaps oblivious - to appearances. She carried nothing else with her, not even her bow. Today, she was going to relax and gather blueberries. Some might be used as a dye for her beads, while others would be feed to her horse. If she was being honest, most of them would probably go to her horse. Now that she had a great beast that she could ride upon crush her enemies, she was entirely obsessed with it.
Bass River was within sight when she heard a sound of sobbing. Her large ears tilted toward the sound, trying to pinpoint where it came from. Alma waded through the tall grass, eyes searching the ground for where it might be coming from. Her first thought was that it might be a puppy that had gotten itself hurt, but the voice was more... adult. Familiar, even. The coyote soon realized why when she spotted her blonde-haired friend kneeling among the bushes. "Emma?" She padded up beside her. She knelt beside her and set the bucket aside. "What's wrong?" Concern was apparent in her voice. Although Alma hadn't seen very many pregnant women in her lifetime, nor had she ever been herself, she wasn't stupid. She could tell Emmanuelle was pregnant. Was she upset because she was afraid of raising children when she was so young, or was it something else...?
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