Moonspear ^__________^

They would gather together to hunt in the fall. Treepie hummed under her breath as Alaric told her to mind her elders, as it could be a dangerous endeavor. She bobbed her head, her smile reassuring him that she would be as obedient as ever. She wondered if the hunt would take place here in Firefly Glen.

Before she could ask, he sidetracked her with a comment about the fireflies. Tiuttuk said nothing, just kept standing there and listening. She couldn’t hear anything but the sound of the wind as it strengthened, rustling every last treetop. It sort of sounded like rain, though no drops fell just yet.

Remember when we talked about nomads? Pie asked, apropos of nothing, as she resumed strolling deeper into the glen. I’m almost six months old. Maybe soon I can start going on adventures. I don’t want to leave for good, she was quick to add, especially since I still have a lot to learn: how to hunt, how to fish, how to find water…

Would he recognize the list she recited? Her eyes sparkled in the dark. Pie wondered if this upcoming hunt might teach her some of these things, including different cultures and ways of thinking. Her tail swept the night air, incidentally catching a drifting leaf even as she wondered just how soon fall would come.