Moonspear ^_____________^

There was no other word for the feeling that flooded her: angst. Treepie knew she was missing out on so much: experiences, people, tasty food. She swore she could hear hundreds of voices drifting to her from the glen where they all presently camped together. She brought her forepaws up to her face, pressing them against her ears, expression pinched.

Yet her eyes remained open, so she didn’t miss it when Kinusi appeared and came closer. With a sigh, Pie reluctantly let go of her ears and sat up to behold the youngster. She forced a smile to her lips, though it certainly didn’t reach her yellow eyes. No matter her mood, she would always have a soft spot for babies.

Hey, Kinusi, Pie greeted tiredly. If you’re looking for more goat meat, I’m sorry, it’s all gone. But we can grab some grub from somewhere else if you’re hungry.