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The name, he supposed, suited her size- but not so much her spirit- though he would wonder then if perhaps he underestimated the bog-dwelling creatures. He’d seen them out on the ice in the winter, slick as rats, smaller than a beaver but with a fine, oily brown pelt. Her smile wasn’t terribly attractive, but welcome nonetheless.

The youngster who pounced into view seemed as vivacious as Muskrat, though with more wolfish features than the one who built the cairns. Her voice was charged; he replied as sweetly as a warm fiddle.

Tousaint. He tipped his head to them. I be ‘elpin’ Viskani found ‘er pack in de Vale- so I do not speak on ‘er behalf, but I can let ‘er know dis be a place where you be wantin’ words. He offered.