Moonspear snake pit poetry

He made a valid point. Meerkat tipped her head slightly, pondering it. An intrusive thought pushed its way into her mind: was she losing her touch? Her counseling skills—namely her intuition and her ability to listen and provide thoughtful feedback—felt lacking lately. For now, she brushed away that unwelcome thought and maintained a relatively light take on this exchange.

I guess I assumed, Meerkat rejoined. I’m not close to Fennec, though somehow I can’t see her allowing you to live here if you were part of the problem, she opined with a dry chuckle. And, well… I did speak with her briefly. I was under the impression it had to do with Bronco, though she wasn’t actually forthcoming with the details.

She wouldn’t dream of pestering Killdeer for the dirt. And Meerkat liked to think she was above gossip. But she did wonder what Penn might know and whether he could fill in some of the blanks. Meerkat was curious for curiosity’s sake. But also, despite being so wrongfooted lately, she was truly concerned about Fennec. She still wondered how she could support her in a way that her sister could actually use.