Firefly Glen Hushatahli

Mojag didn't know what a cache was, and besides, when there came a mention of showing off to someone he was fixated upon that instead. That was a much better plan for the squirrel than any hole it could be planted in.

I wanna show anaa! The boy joyously called out, bouncing from foot to foot as he paraded around the squirrel; it looked like some kind of ritual dance. Can I take it to her? He went on to ask.

Given the go-ahead he'd hastily grab the squirrel and carry it off up the hill. The entire time it would sway in his grasp and feel like the heaviest, most precious thing he'd ever touched.