Porcupine Ridge mica orb

"always have choice," muskrat muttered, citrus eyes aflash.

when nutu spoke again, they softened; she was pleased to see how swiftly the girl had taken to the ridge. bird-boy would do well to hearken, to do the same. autumn mornings came with the snarl of winter hanging in the cold air; soon the frosts and then the snow.

"follow her," she instructed of sparrow. "rest leg."

she turned then, her figure lapped eagerly into the darkness as she went to tell both @Hex and @Makono of the newest among them.