with effort, muskrat could place some weight on her leg, but not for long. warned to keep off it while it was splinted through the efforts of the plantwolf, she continued to find less active tasks to busy herself.

fishing had grown to bore her. muskrat limped instead along a shaded game-trail in search of a vixen who had once come this way. seeking a den inside these borders would end in death, muskrat decided, for she needed a pelt in her own makeshift shelter.