Two Rivers Isle A potato should always be with its friends in a fruitbowl! Otherwise it's potato-cism

She herself did not think much of the open fields, too open for hunting and surely a poor place to find one's self in the middle of a storm. But today she found herself there, making her way to the dark shape she recognized as Malice. She had not seen her friend in many a day, had not even mentioned Nico to her. Though she was unsure if such a thing needed mentioning, keeping Nico a secret seemed to bother her some days. But she trusted the male, as he had trusted her, and would say little of him for now, unless prompted. 

She drew up along her friend, keeping pace with her and allowing a moment of silence to elapse before she spoke. "Greetings. I trust all goes well with the little ones?" she asked, referring to the pups she had not seen for longer then she cared to admit. She really ought to spend more time with them, especially now, when they were older.