Moonspear yard waste

"Well, in order to have any luck on that front, you better start learning poetry," Lele pointed out - her own way of telling Phox that his good opinion of her had been very much appreciated. It wasn't often that she heard people thinking her a nice person - through a fault of her own (she did not socialize too much) and at the same time not (it was not her fault that people did not know, how great she was). 

"Meerkat?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, trying to put a face to the name and failing at it. She should have known, of course - this lass had been the vice-leader in Sialuk's absence. On the other hand, she could argue that her belonging to a pack was more of a formal thing. Though she had sealed the deal (and not for the first time) very enthusiastically expecting to change the course of her life, she had learned once again that going against your nature just did not work.

And life was too short to break your character to fit the mould. And she had wasted enough of it already. 

"So, what do you want to do, now that you have your wish fulfilled and you have run into me again?" Lele asked, smiling innocently at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.