Sun Mote Copse you always feared god-born achilles

The pale woman said something to her cohort, though Meerkat didn’t quite catch it. She couldn’t read lips as well as the Towhees. She did pay close attention to the subsequent words, appreciating the candid introduction. She committed the titles to memory, noting the backhanded nature of her welcome.

She jumped a little at Nivis’s exclamation, whisky eyes flicking to fix on him. Meerkat carefully controlled her expression even as she puzzled over his words. She exchanged a quick look with Jr, then retrained her focus upon the trio. It was a bit easier now, with Nivis flanking Reyna.

Jr had nothing constructive to add, which left Meerkat to say, -“Truly, we just came by to say hello, exchange introductions and learn a little bit about your pack. Now that we’ve done that, we can get out of your hair. We wish you a good day.”-

She paused for a few seconds, then began turning toward Towhee Jr, nodding back in the direction of their homestead.