Firefly Glen nâmmakik ⚵

plume waved behind her hips as toad amelia brought a greeting. "the snow will not stop me," the duck laughed softly. she stepped into the cool shadow of an old tree, gestured her friend closer.

"i have a meal for us," kukutux revealed, pulling the foxpelt from her shoulders to expose the dried carry-sticks of venison. she was not sure what beasts frequented the glen, but surely toad amelia would not oppose herself to a taste of moonspear.

thus the duck settled to her haunches, tail curled around to warm her small forepaws. "tell me of your adventures here," kukutux invited, jadestone eyes rife with interest.