Moonspear My favorite wine is tequila.

Toad was quick to nod a powerful "yes" to Meerkat's scheduling, but it was soon after that she realized it had been raining for quite a long time. She couldn't remember ever having this many days in a row without so much as a spit of sunlight, but it seemed preposterous that it could be dark for much longer. Still, the brown woman looked up at the sky, frowning.

I mean, it can't stay this way forever, can it? Toad wondered if perhaps some powerful God of Rain had decided that the wolves of the Wilds needed a deluge. Even the plants were beginning to suffer, their roots sickly and rotten from constant moisture.

Where should we meet? She asked, getting back to the business of planning their hunting excursion. She wondered if the three of them would be strong enough together to bring down a larger animal, or if they would have to suffice with something smaller.