I mentioned previously that the Hecate‘s kits have been out and about in daylight, a sign they’re mature enough to handle themselves to Hecate’s satisfaction.
They’ve also become quite accustomed to me.
To the point they knock on our door should I not be out there quick enough with peanuts, cookies, dogfood, et cetera.
Ever been someone’s servant?
Ever been The Wild’s servant?
I don’t mind. It’s a welcome price to have Nature close at hand.