Firefly Glen nâmmakik ⚵

A strange new dawn seemed to be colouring Toad's world. Things in the Glen had started to feel almost stagnant in some way. It was difficult for her to really point out what the difference was. Perhaps it was the advent of Wraen and Maia's new southern pack. Or, maybe it was her realization that if she wanted something, she needed to go out there and find it. Though the brown, plump woman continued in her duties to her pack, she had begun to question more seriously whether or not she really belonged in a pack of young people (with one rude exception in the form of Holland).

Daydreaming, her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar and wonderful sound. Her response was prompt, howling back to let her know she was coming and arriving as swiftly as her feet would carry her. It seemed like an age since she had spoken properly to Kukutux, the ethereal fantasy of a woman who was the reason she was here at all. When Toad closed the distance and saw her there, she as always felt something between envy and glee — if only she might be as beautiful.

A smile lit up her face as she noticed what looked like gifts. Toad ran up to the young mother and pushed her snout toward her to sniff, both affectionately and curiously. What's all this? she asked in wonderment, delighted and surprised by the visit.