Moonspear you’re the voice

He rolled onto all fours, seemingly eager to join her. Meerkat’s tail waved as she moved closer to nip a pine needle free from his ruff. She spat it out, then pressed her smile to his cheek.

Great. After that, I was thinking maybe we could look around for an ulaq for your grandma and grandpa, Meerkat said, taking a few steps and glancing at her son to make sure he was coming. They may not need it very much right now but I get the feeling they’d enjoy having a place to stay besides the rendezvous site.

The most direct route to the far side of the mountain was up and over, of course, but Meerkat neither wanted to climb that high, nor was she in any particular hurry. She chose a footpath that wound around Moonspear’s northern face, well below the sheer slopes near the peak.

Maybe I’m wrong, she said conversationally as they moseyed, but sometimes I get the feeling there’s something bothering you. Maybe it’s a mother’s intuition. You don’t have to tell me but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?