Moonspear inca mummy girl

<3<3!  I think it's fabulous how many people from back in the day are still writing.

As it turned out, Te didn't have to think of anything to say.  A girl's voice issued soon enough from the friendly-appearing features.  "Are you hurt?"  The two-year-old smiled wryly, for this was just what she had almost said to the girl, who seemed to have a limp herself.  Te took a few strides closer to the youth, demonstrating she wasn't hindered by her minor injury, and shrugged her shoulder to show the young lady.  Light tawny and grey fur there was damp from Tehama licking at it, and a small gouge with dried blood proved that the older she-wolf had gotten closer than was wise to that most cranky of spiny animals.  It was fortunate enough that the quills had neither remained lodged nor broken off in her skin.  Te wasn't going to complain overmuch.

"I didn't know Madame Porcupine and family lived so close to my sleeping spot," she said, goodnaturedly.  It did sting, particularly when the chill autumn breeze snatched at her fur and prodded at the wound. But it wasn't worth ruining her day over, and gave her an excuse to go looking for the little trickling creek among the rocks.  The woman mirrored the girl's polite tail wag. "I'm Tehama, by the way.  Or Te will do.  Honestly, it's not much of an injury..."  At this closer distance, the woman's silver eyes flickered over the young wolf's pale features, bright hawk eyes.  She wondered whose brood this was, as her experience thus far had introduced her to mostly dark-colored creatures, Bronco, Dirge, and Altair, and the silvery Keres.