Porcupine Ridge And someday

Muskrat spun like a fighter.

The girls tail lashed about. She urged, she urged! To hear about what the raiders did. What they'd do! A tease drew out. "Oh?" Circling, prowling. They'd start with headcounts. Learn positions, who seemed the most in charge for where and when. Like dirty snakes. That was what they were. A dirty muskrat and a wild lynx! "Then what?!"

The mountain lynx drew too close and was sent stumbling back at an air bite that dared by her nose. A grumble of air whisked out the throat, a smile etched out above it that was riddled with nerves. Nerves that would make her try again!

They weren't meant to take their belongings? How did that work? Meats made sense. They'd always need to eat.

It was the next statements that near tripped Nutuyikruk before the ridge's woman did. They would not be there for their belongings. Muskrat's honesty with their neighbors was bitten in half at the line of truth. They'd be there for them.
Breathy, "In an out then. Quickly." 

When Muskrat demonstrated digging up stores, a shallow move was taken by Nutuyikruk to lunge and pin her down! Her front legs were suddenly taken out and she got a mouthful of dirt long before she could've reached a mouthful of fur. Groaning painfully through an aching laugh, "Ow!" Dammit! "How do we make sure no one follows us?"