Cricket Creek Bog Nobody likes the records that I play.

The woman sounded offended. She held an accent he hadn't encountered before, to his recollection anyway, but he took her answer to be the truth. The bristling of his fur smoothed as he moved along the borderline.

I am Kigipigak, I live in the cedar forest here — Njord is a close friend. I was only doing my due diligence. That was as close to an apology for his question as she was likely to get. The man slows as he nears her position and studies her a little bit more closely; but still, he cannot remember if he's seen her before.

Can't be too careful given the season.