Northstar Vale marble bone

A clear look of disgust painted Viskani's face as the situation was described to her. "What a vulgar halfbreed, and after I so graciously brought my own gift to the ridge." She hissed, but shook off her resentment after a moment. There was time to be frustrated later.

But, she would take his as a decline to her invitation. If the ridge did not wish to establish a healthy relationship, then so be it.

If they were to free the poor fox Viskani's fear was not that it would offend Muskrat - but that it would run into her once again and be killed.

"Montagne de Cigue has no need for slaves. We are much too civilized for that." She sighed, shaking her head. "But we will keep and care for it. At least until it is old enough to fend for itself."

The creature was rather cute - and it seemed fearful enough that it would not bite the hand that fed it. She would give it a name and feed it her scraps.

It was more like a pet.