Wapun Meadow Safety in an Open Mind

Fox listened, drinking in the information as Tuwawi spoke of the nearby herds. Njal's... wife (Fox still felt strange about that word with Njal's name attached) was proving her worth more and more each day, which was part of the reason Fox had wanted to speak to her in the first place. But Tuwa's last sentiment about the fawns struck the Alpha as strange. Perhaps she had just remembered incorrectly, though. “Is it not better to pick off the older, sicker ones?” she asked, “So that the young will be able to grow bigger and produce more offspring? That is how we did it back home, but you do make a good point.” Fox was on the fence (say that three times fast!) about the logic there, but she was willing to hear Tuwawi's opinion.

The yearling allowed herself to sprawl on the grass, legs splayed behind her in true frog fashion. Her legs extended far out in front of her, and she bent her head to clean them. They weren't particularly dirty, but it was something to do in the downtime and allowed her to not seem like she was drilling Tuwawi for answers to her questions.