Bearclaw Valley maestro

Thank you, oh wolf-jesus. Sesi did not pray in these exact words, or really at all, but she felt a rush of gratitude when Scarlett gave in to her protestations. They didn't have to visit the hissing noisemaker after all - they could go home again, and cuddle in the safety of Known Land.

Sesi allowed herself to be kissed, and reluctantly returned her mother's affections with a quick swipe of her tongue against the older woman's chin. Without waiting, the little girl began to toddle back in the direction they had come, moving as fast as her shaky little legs could carry her.