Moonspear what dies doesn’t stay dead

He placed the fur at her feet, and she bent over to examine his work. What good work, she murmured appreciatively. You got most of it out, which was an impressive feat already, And you only used a paw-full of sand? You must teach me your secret.

She looked to him then, fixing him with large, doe-like eyes. Can we go and see the boys now? she asked, practically begging to do so.