The Sunspire Lost girl

lynx. muskrat was unsure she knew this word, but it had the sound of ferocity to it. "my clan have name swamp panthers, hm?" she offered with a growing commiseration.

an idle shrug of her shoulders accompanied a confident nod. "yes. we make new place. you help. have home." nutu yikuruk's wandering could be work.

she stepped back. "you follow now. walk." her neck hurt; muskrat did not want to carry the young wolf any further.