Frogspawn Swamp It what it is.

Her sandy tail swept the air at the other woman’s introduction. It was perhaps silly to find their similarities endearing, yet she did. She didn’t immediately realize they had motherhood in common too. Meerkat’s lips parted when Minnow explained that Moontide didn’t have room for their pups.

My dad lives there, she shared, wondering if he and his lady friend—Towhee had gossiped about them quite a lot—had gotten hitched yet. Do you know him? His name is Phox.

She couldn’t recall her name, though, and she briefly wondered if this meant they couldn’t welcome a litter too. Or perhaps they already had, which was why Minnow was in this predicament? Meerkat wasn’t particularly current on Moontide news.

I guess that’s not as important as figuring out where to go, she acknowledged in the next breath, smiling softly. It’s possible we have room in the copse, though I’d have to speak with my husband. And also learn a little more about you and your mate.