Emberwood I got a nautical-themed Pashmina Afghan

He nearly smelled the herbs before he smelled his mother, and turned, nostrils flaring. His eyes lit up at sight of her. Nah, he remarked in response, then moved closer, pressing his muzzle into the ruff of her neck, that plush fur between her jawbone and shoulder.

I missed you, Ma, Killdeer whispered, and held his embrace for a few long moments.

He pulled back, and swallowed down the emotion. Nah, I'm still looking for prey, he continued, golden eyes swiveling. I'm sure it's around, somewhere. He nodded toward the plants Fennec had dropped, cocking his head. What's that you've got there?