Porcupine Ridge mica orb

Nodding, listening. It was then that the girls head saw the lame foot. Oh no. Oh, dear. Oh, Sparrow was hurt. They would need to help him. Had it been Muskrat who saved him, or Muskrat who had caused the injury? Why was wrong with it? Staring down at his paw, Nutuyikruk sat for a moment, but was unsure why. Still needing to leave, to bring more dinner for their guest, and now knowing a bed would need prepared. But Nutu watched, and did not dare ask.

She would not question Muskrat once.

He would eat. 
He would stay.

"Okay," whispered Lynx. "I'll bring you more to eat and make a place comfortable for you to sleep at night, Sparrow." She promised. Something soft for his poor foot. Only then did she stand and leave, and would return some time later with more meats.