Firefly Glen kullimagaat ⌓

Kyrell came to sit at the moonwoman's side. Ear canted towards her as he followed her gaze. The dappled streams babbled on within their beds. Emerald eyes moved to follow their trailing bodies as far as he could. No doubt there would be some larger body of water where they ended. Were these streams fed runoff from the spine or from Moonspear?

Kyrell reigned in his musings. Giving Kukutux's words his attention. He gave just as much care to his thoughts as he choose his words. He turned to face the moonwoman, expression earnest. I remember catching a glimpse of the year's pups during the bison hunt last year. Had the hunt really been that long ago? If we're anticipating the potential for conflict, will we allow the young to witness the elk hunt? They will be the most vulnerable.

The pups weren't born yesterday, that he understood. But they would be inexperienced if anything came to blows.