By now, Woodland shouldn't be surprised that she had been assigned "whelp sitting disguised as foraging" duties again. Sure, it wasn't really what she anticipate as being one of her main duties- but honestly, she hadn't really minded- now or ever.   ((The fungal forest, and surrounding areas, had been particularly wet when Woodland had set out that morning, likely because of the recent storms, which had briefly made her ponder whether she should reschedule.)) She had ...