Deepwood Weald histriophoca

she could not imagine having an animal companion. her head shook.

i was hunting. the nest had been hard to see and she had been curious about what might live inside of it, but that mystery was solved now.

the hawk held no interest to her, neither did the nest now. she hopped to another fist of roots and then on to a mossy log, and when she reached the end of it she sat there, grooming some sap from her toes.

the thoughts of earlier bubbled to her surface; sulukinak was not known to hold back, and so she asks pointedly:

how do you harvest? when it is time. without the sea. she didn't look up from her grooming, simply shifted to another paw and tugged at the patches there.