Sly Fox Sand Dunes pawsteps over sand dunes

He had trouble comprehending what Kusuma meant. Did she mean the gigantic silver bird had swallowed her? But then how had she escaped? She’d mentioned others too. It made no sense, as far as Talisman understood the physics of a bird. Then again, he didn’t truly think “bird” was the right terminology here.

Before he could voice any of the questions swimming around in his brain, Kusuma asked about his story. There was a sudden shift in her demeanor, like a manifestation of the transition between acquaintanceship and friendship. His lips pulled into a smile and his tail swayed.

I don’t dislike hunting, he replied candidly. It’s kind of a necessity of life, isn’t it? As for my story, well, my mother died when I was very young and my dad and I traveled together. I only recently came to this area and learned about The Tribe. Speaking of which, I was making my way back to the ravine. Would you like to come with me?