Wapun Meadow it doesn't get aggressive

mira lifted her snout from the water when a voice split the air, and as she turned she recognized elphaba, the young woman she'd met a couple weeks prior. 

the comment amused her; whether a joke or a serious observation, it was the truth, and she allowed herself to smile at it. indeed, mira responded with a swipe of her tongue across her chin, cleaning up stray droplets. four of them, and once they're old enough they will help me. she declared without a twinge of doubt- in her mind, it was not merely a hope.

how did it go, checking out the packs you spoke of before? she decided to ask, trying to pull what information she could from her acquaintance. anything could potentially be useful someday, and mira wanted to be as knowledgeable about the various groups as she could, especially once she was back to her full range of mobility.