Moonspear steal my sunshine

Bronco was pleasant to be around, at least. Toad tried to distract herself with that to shrug off her discomfort. Though she searched for Meerkat, the girl seemed to have abandoned the pair to their awkward doom. Toad wiggled in place a bit as if fighting off a shiver. She stepped back from Bronco and shook herself once more to free a bit more mud from her fur. She was definitely a mess, but resolved to accept that. There was little she could do about it now.

Meerkat popped out of the brush, interrupting Toad's search for words. She grinned, watching the siblings interact. She struggled to recall such moments of humour with her own siblings when they were young. The muddy woman nodded briskly, keen to hunt with her packmates. Hunting was one of her favourite things to do. Unlike trying to make "date" conversation, she was pretty good at it.

There's definitely bound to be something tasty out, she agreed, looking out at the misty meadow. Though disturbed by the games of the wolves, the sun still lit dew drops on the grass beautifully. Surely other animals were out to sample this moisture and enjoy the light that the mountain had waited so long for.

She started moving past Bronco, mostly to get her blood moving again. Still mildly agitated with anxiety, she sniffed at the air. We got this, she declared.