Firefly Glen [PHE] iron blade

The children at least were lively, though their mother remained at the Moontide camp, as obedient as the livestock guardian breed that was only a few generations back in her heritage. Simbelmyne watched others go about, and did what she could to avoid making eye contact. 

There were others of Moontide more social and more quick to greet those who came to their camp. Simbelmyne and Marina (bless her heart for being so kind!) remained where the skins had been placed. She thought they might be safe from visitation, if others were more charming and flashy.

She wished now that she had brought a project with her to work on- so she might at least look busy. 

Her efforts at going unnoticed were foiled by a tall, blonde woman who strode directly toward them. Simbelmyne fretted, feeling as if she was cornered even though she had every chance to move away. Her tufted ears fell back and her brow furrowed as the inevitable came to pass.

The woman had a voice that was loud, but kind. She offered to trade to sit with them- an unusual request. Sit if you like, She said, as she had no items to trade, and would have asked nothing of the woman anyway. 

She moved, so the tall woman might enjoy the furs she had warmed.