Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

Her smile returned, albeit sheepishly, as Teya spoke. That's good, she replied. Um. I mean, not 'good,' just. . .I'm happy it's not just me being bad at fishing. Perhaps she was being too hard on herself. It had only been her first time, after all.

Teya was a good teacher, she decided, and she settled back on her haunches again, satisfied at least with the knowledge. Her muzzle was freezing, and she wasn't keen on another try today—but perhaps next time.

Where'd you come from, before this? Lilitu asked, tilting her head ever-so-slightly to the right. Like, we were on the plateau, and before that in the valley. . . No one seemed to be from the fen, at least not on a permanent basis. It was amazing that they all found each other (yes, sweet girl, wolves have a way of doing that).