Porcupine Ridge mica orb

"a boy," muskrat answered lynx girl, grinning a bit at the ferocity of the newest captive. he was hurt, though she did not think it could be so bad; they must examine him soon.

but muskrat did not want another struggle. her sunflower eyes snared the young wolf. "want name," she finally ordered. "this nutu yikruk. lynx girl. bring food for you," muskrat murmured fondly of the first child, her smile a genuine bow.

gesturing now, indicating that nutuyikruk approach first and show how no injury had come to her in the taking.