Snowbreeze watched her youngest daughter laying in the soft grass out near the stream. Three days she had lay there. There was no cheerful laughter, no children’s games, even the rocket bot she so loved sat within her tent untouched. The young Tauren simply lay in the grass staring at the water.
She felt Redmane’s presence moments before her mate laid his hand on her shoulder. “Is something wrong with Gentlewind?” He asked quietly.
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