Wapun Meadow Ease my Mind

Bazi's face fell. Xi'nuata looked down at the actual, literal flowers under her rump, then back at the snowy riddler with but one request - speak clearly. She had no choice, now. The weight of her flimsy loyalty gave way to that of her conscience, and she spilled the whole thing out in one breath. "I mean to say that I don't really mind - if you sit here, or hunt here - if it comes to winter and we're all short of prey, so be it, we'll fight for it then. But I like spring, and we might all die of disease before the next winter anyway!" The yearling shut her mouth with a muted snap. That was that, then. If so much as a sentient particle of air carried that message to the leadership, she could kiss the Creek goodbye.