Firefly Glen nâmmakik ⚵

Clearly not! Toad offered brightly, knowing well that the northern mother was well-versed in the way of winter weather. It was here that she showed her prizes. The fox fur itself was a curious object, carrying a slight musky odour that had been washed away with Kukutux's own soft scent. Within were interesting sticks made out of meat, which of course delighted the brown, portly woman.

Toad slowly stepped forward and gentle took one of the sticks, handling it carefully as though it might run away with any fast movements. She also settled herself, chewing on the dried meat, clearly pleased. She stopped to speak, swallowing. Oh, Osiris is doing such a great job. We've grown immensely in such a short time. Meerkat is chasing Atlas, of course, and Bronco is proving himself to be a very fine hunter. We have this new guy, Holland, and he seems sort of rude, but he is a medic so I suppose that is useful, she stopped to take a breath.

Then, she grinned, realizing that she had been talking terribly fast. And, of course, none of these things were her adventures. Toad was slowly learning to try to focus on herself more, but it simply was not her first instinct. She laughed, and continued. For my own part, I have found my blood relatives here and in the Caldera, if you can believe that, she said. Turns out Phox is my nephew. She began chewing again, waiting to see Kukutux's expression.