Dahozhoni Meadow Wirbelwind

Still holding onto her schnoz, Frolic’s watering eyes widened a little when Ceridwen mentioned poison, then promptly jabbed herself on another cactus. The pup couldn’t help but snort. If those prickles did contain toxins, the two of them were going out like Thelma and Louise: together.

When she finally pulled her paw away, she checked it for blood. She didn’t see anything, though her nose still smarted. She wriggled it, an action which triggered a memory. Frolic glanced in the direction of the mesa, wondering for a moment how @Inji was doing these days.

But then her attention returned to Ceridwen and the fact that neither of them seemed to be expiring. Frolic bounced on her heels, ready to resume exploring. She looked around, trying to decide which direction to go. Despite the mishap, she still thought this place was way more interesting than, say, the caldera.

I didn’t know plants could bite, did you? she queried before cheerily proposing,. Maybe we should take one back to papa for a gift! And that suddenly reminded her of another previous encounter with @Kilgitsuk, alias Winterhawk. Hey! That Whitehawk guy never brought our deer!