Firefly Glen nâmmakik ⚵

Motherhood had been kind to Kukutux, who seemed to look as young as she had when they had first met in the Glen. She had a soft, downy nature to her fur. Her eyes felt kind upon her, and though the light was not something Toad felt entirely comfortable with, she was thankful she could divulge such secrets to the pearl-coated northerner. Of course, Kukutux knew exactly what she meant. Toad loved everyone in the Glen, but they were boys. She wanted more.

Toad listened closely to the next words, licking at her venison stick slightly, but altogether pausing as her ears perked. Yuèlóng was an ally that had been mentioned, but she knew little about the island wolves. Like Easthollow, she had never ventured near either, feeling that she was needed too much where she was. Given the strength of their pack, however, she wondered what harm a visit might do. It seemed wholly unlikely that a leader would want something like her for a wife. Immediately, Toad seemed to have a visceral reaction to the very idea, pulling back her head and accidentally dropping her stick from between her paws as she shook her head quickly.

Oh no, there's no way someone like that would be interested in me. I'm not exactly leader-wife material, Kukutux, she said, looking away. Still, her thoughts wandered to the boy without a mother. For a brief moment, the idea poked about in her mind, but she shooed it away, knowing well that it was beautiful women that powerful men sought. Leaders want beautiful girls, not old fat nannies like me, she said, grinning to hide her discomfort.