Firefly Glen Ut in ditt indre ventar bratt ein sti.

YES TO THAT!

 

Humiliatingly, Orca had gotten stuck. A growing girl, she would today realize it was possible to outgrow things in the physical manner. While she had gotten into her favorite log (after a bit of a struggle), getting out was a bit of an issue. She wasn’t really worried about it until grandma called—her own howl back was more than a bit muffled by said log. 

But hopefully someone had heard. And indeed, soon enough came da. After a bit of work, he managed to chew the log to the point where the “pain points” of the thing she could squeeze back out of. Orca had never been given any cause to fear, so well had the issue been managed—and then there was @Meerkat coming to them both! I got stuck, she lamented in the burr she shared with her father and sister, tail sheepishly hanging behind her. 

Nuzzling her da in thanks, she leaned into her ma afterward. Looking rather unkempt, was granted a few minutes to step into a stream and dunk her head beneath the water to cool off. Shaking out her furs, she declared that she was ready before she was led to where the party was. 

Orca knew there’d be wolves there, but this many? Seal looked at ease, which was where her gaze first went, as did her family… while she knew she ought to take a page from them, there was some resistance to go forth and mingle. The only thing that helped was that the scents here were not entirely unfamiliar, even if some of the faces were. 

With Seal looking preoccupied, Orca peered up at her parents.