The Sunspire sister datura

now that did make her laugh. "mother clan matron. make choices for many. for all. wanted me to follow." muskrat shook her head. "i warrior, not matron." but here; she flung a small hard paw toward the gathered shadows. "we do it together, hm? no matrons."

no grandmothers.

the mention of water pleased muskrat, who tried to urge hex into a race, right up to its glimmering surface. it was far colder than she might have liked, but it did not stop the swamp panther from charging into its frigid embrace, dipping her head beneath and surfacing with a cry of exhilaration.