Phoenix Maplewood Growing Pains

Amalia was hoping that her intentions were clear. She had no need of these furs. She had been planning to give them to Sahkmet or Lestan, but the plans changed, and she was okay with this. She also was confident in her ability to catch more, she would simply return a different day and try again.

Amalia nodded, and motioned for the other to take them. For you. For you. She said and repeated. A gift for a new friend perhaps. Something she could think on fondly, she hoped. She had been so sweet to spend the day with Amalia and to help scare of the coyote.