Firefly Glen vuulnax ❦

Toad tried to think of items and objects that might please Fox in her afterlife. What she knew of the deceased mother and Alpha was limited to the lore that surrounded her rather exciting life and death. For the most part, Toad had really liked the idea of her sister rising to become all she was from such humble beginnings. The Crestwoods in general favoured men over women, and a strong female leader seemed almost like a superhero for Toad during her childhood.

Thus, the idea of items that might please this mythic figure seemed unlikely to her. Toad wanted to try, not knowing if there was any merit to what Kukutux told her. The white wolf seemed not just to firmly believe it, but it was as though the belief was a part of her. She seemed somehow...timeless.

Yes, I'm considering it, but I'm just not certain what she would truly love me to bring her spirit, she thought hard for a moment. Would... no, that's stupid, she whispered under her breath. Toad wasn't sure she should say her idea, but after a moment, it tickled her brain enough that she felt forced to speak it. Would perhaps the offering of a vixen please her? Killing a red fox was not something that would even make her blink, for Toad considered the beasts among the same level as squirrels and deer.