Broken Antler Fen Time marches on

Raksha perked her ears as she heard Ahmed's first call, but was busy burying her own dead fox in one of the caches. At the second, more urgent call specifically aimed at her, she sighed and hastily buried it before loping off to find her son.

She slowed in shock as she reached him and a young girl, eyes wide as they took in the huge moose. 

"Wow..." she breathed out in surprise. Her attention turned to the two youngsters. 

"Ahmed," she greeted, rubbing her face against his affectionately. No doubt it would embarrass him, Raksha thought with a sly grin. 

"I'm Raksha, this one's mother," she greeted warmly, smiling at the girl in a friendly manner.