Moonspear Listen children

That sounds terrible, Tiki, Treepie said, maneuvering to sit beside her friend and winding her foreleg around hers. Being cold and all alone, she continued, rubbing her friend’s leg as if belatedly trying to warm her, not to mention stuck. Was it worth it?

An errant thought floated into her mind. Her friend’s adventure might make a compelling story. Pie could embellish it, make it sound a bit more treacherous, although maybe it didn’t need that. It already sounded quite perilous without a storyteller’s flourish.

You’re brave, doing that all by yourself. Did you even tell anybody you were going? I wish I could be as brave, Treepie murmured, brow knitting thoughtfully.