Moonspear angagixta ☘

Toad chuckled lightly at the mother's admission. Puppies seemed to grow in the blink of an eye. One day their eyes were opening to see the light of the world. It seemed to be mere days before they were rambunctious little buggers, ready to take on the world. She had hoped to meet them when she visited, but there would be plenty of time for that.

As the Toad sat neatly beside her light-coated friend, she exhaled a long and relaxed sigh quietly. It was simply brilliant to finally be in the company of others again. Her time searching for family may have gone differently that she had expected, but it had not been a fruitless venture. She felt confident that her new pack would be good to her. A creature like Kukutux could not possibly keep poor company.

Meerkat explained that she and perhaps her brother were from a pack called Firebirds. Toad had not met any from that place — most of the animals she had met on her travels never actually revealed where they came from. In the case of Whimsy, she had been perfectly pleased to be by herself. The talkative girl was like a breath of fresh air, and the chocolate wolf nodded as she listened. She seemed to want to learn everything. Youth was powerful for such hopes.

Between the pup speaking, Toad leaned closer to Kukutux and whispered, I haven't found a vixen yet— soon though. Meerkat expressed real appreciation for the furs, but the mature female was mildly concerned by something she had said. Bronco is.. your brother? And you've both been sore? She tilted her head slightly, wondering why. She worried that it was for unfortunate reasons. It was strange for two wolves so young to leave a home pack.