Firefly Glen Hushatahli

Did the woman know his tataa? She offered to help him in the hunt, which was kind, and sort-of expected. Mojag rarely got to do anything entirely by himself. So when the woman offered, he didn't feel the need to accept because it went without saying.

Uhm, tataa like... Mojag had to really think about this. His face scrunched up as he took the questing of his memory very seriously. He hadn't seen his father in some time now, but he knew some things that might help them in the hunt.

The stahs! And snow, buh I don't see snow, he said its like rain buh its cold! The words tumbled nonsensically from Mojag and the more he rambled, the more self-assured he became. The less he focused on the shadows of the scary trees.

An' tataa is a hunter! A good one. Tha's what Kukutux said. He was quiet for a moment after and looked to the woman with a hopeful expression.