Moonspear snake pit poetry

She had no idea how he’d respond to her little joke. Most wolves seemed fond of children, though Meerkat knew they weren’t everyone’s cup of tea. She didn’t know much about Penn, though his reaction boded well. She still felt a little abashed, though her smile came much more easily now.

Yes, Orca and Seal are about six weeks old, she replied, then paused to think that over before amending, Actually, I think they’re closer to seven now. In any case, they’re definitely little. I have some bigger ones too. I’m sure you’ll meet my yearling son, Ray, at some point.

That reminded her of her objective prior to Penn’s appearance. Meerkat might’ve invited him to accompany her back home if he’d like to meet them now, though she’d only just started her break. And faux pas aside, she was enjoying the opportunity to speak to another adult and get to know a new pack mate. But perhaps he wouldn’t mind helping in her little endeavor?

Before you walked up, I was actually looking through all this junk on the ground, hoping I might find a suitable toy or two to take back to them, Meerkat mused, sweeping out a paw to indicate the various natural debris scattered around their feet.