The Sunspire [m] feather blanket

no home. muskrat studied the girl. and no teaching. "this is called chay misk’i nina locura. the madness of sweet fire." her lips drew into a wry smile. "the smell. why i here, alone. this time will make you mother, when you older, if you let men close."

the warrior shrugged. "so. men come for me. they find you. not safe, men who walk in hunger for this fire." did she need to elaborate? muskrat did not wish to do so, and so only stared pointedly at the younger wolf for a moment.

no home. would it be safer to send the girl away now? the sunflower eyes softened minutely. "how long you alone?"