Moonspear oh, home

Orca stood as she heard the sound of her mother and someone else approaching. Her tail wagged slowly to see both faces she loved, and just as she was going to approach the feel of Seal’s paw upon her own gave her pause (pun perhaps intended). 

She heard grandma speak, and thought it better Seal give her update. Yeah, how are ye feelin’? she asked—and then, realizing she did not sign the words as grandma had, did so again. A little out of practice, Orca found that signing was like… following a scent, even when you hadn’t for a while. Easy enough to fall back into! 

How was she doing? She’d been asked that a few times, but Orca wasn’t sure how to ever respond. -I jus’ want her to feel better. An’ I wanna find that hellcat and kick it’s— - a gentle look from Meerkat had her minding her tongue, but she doubled down on, -kick it. Aye, I’ll kick it alright, when ahm big and strong,- fantasy, that—if her da couldn’t, what were the odds she could? 

Still, she thought the words would amuse Seal as she sank to her belly and rose up her hindquarters in a play bow. She knew Seal couldn’t play, but sought to raise her spirits with her own brand of dramatics. 

She looked to grandma now. -Will ye be stayin’?- she asked, hopeful. Now that there was a hellcat on the loose… well, who would want to be traveling alone and run into that?