Felltree Marsh Gigelorum

She felt the fur along the nape of her neck prickle; her lisp was not something that was often questioned, though she felt defensive about it nonetheless. Fortunately, he seemed to understand what she’d meant when she’d spoken- and wisely, he didn’t draw attention to it.

Like him, Lilia forgot about the potential hunt, and didn’t even flick an ear when one of the beavers alerted the others to their presence. He seemed delighted to know his brother was known around here- but she knew she didn’t have great news for him. 

”Well, he wath living at Thapphique, a pack along the coatht,” She said, and gave a sigh and a shrug. ”But when a bear attacked…He jutht grabbed hith family an’ run off.” She said. His abandonment didn’t concern her terribly, as it effected her very little- but his infidelity did ruffle her a bit. ”I doubt he’d go back there. If he wath thmart, he’d go far away after duckin’ out on ‘em like that.” She commented frankly.