Firefly Glen [PHE] Friends are the nectar of life

Ajei smiled sweetly. It was nice to have friends that cared so much and that were braver than Ajei herself was. It had been a difficult day, but she had spent time with others. Learned who her friends were and now she was calmer than she had been. 

It is a weasel fur. Little slinky creatures. Mischievous. Their fur changes to white in the winter months. It also has some choice meats in it. Dried and seasoned and some fresh.

A small little smile. She had hunted these items herself. And prepared them. It was something she was proud of for she was not the greatest hunter. So when she succeeded. It made her happy.