Firefly Glen Through and thorough

Ajei could not quite believe the similarities of her and this little one. They both even wore fire for fur. Though Ajei's was not so vibrant. And her white broke it up quite well. She traced delicate paws down the fur and shifted. But didn't move. 

My mother was a wonderful hunter, but I am not. But I love to fish. I traded these furs from a  trader named Alaric for 12 trout fish. The herbs are Rosemary, Sage, Rose Hip and Yarrow.

She tilted and ear. They've been washed and cleaned and any small tears I repaired. I do enjoy it.

Ajei looked around and slowly rose. Now let's see if we can't make these places a little more inviting. I see where the spots for each pack have been mapped out. Such lovely choices.

And Ajei slowly set to work. Dusting, rearranging furs so they were easier. Bringing small decorative things that may be silly, but made a place seem alittle more homey. Mostly simply because she did not want to leave the girl all on her own and she was not one to keep idle paws. 

Perhaps I'll make some caches of fish even. Would you like to help? A hopeful, ernest expression on downy face.