Moonspear Porto

Toad appreciated young Sialuk's bright spirit in these soggy days. Her curiosity and strange questions provided a much-needed injection of joy into the lives of Moonspear members. Although the weather was poor, Toad hadn't seen much in the way of hardship. Hunting was still decent enough and the packlands were largely unaffected by the downpours, despite the mud.

Fish?! Exclaimed Toad, as though greatly astounded by this choice. But what about all those little bones in there? What about that weird taste of lakewater? She decided to play the game of asking the questions this time. Toad was actually indifferent to the flavour of fish, although the ones with eggs stuffed in them were quite nice.