Firefly Glen [PHE] mom said get a flower bouquet, so i got a flour bouquet

*YOINK*

While the hunt was nearly over, Nantahala still had much to do. There were preparations to be made for the journey home—materials to be packed, furs to clean, and camps to be taken down—and yet, she could not focus on any of these things. Her mind had been distracted since meeting Sirmiq and Kitimat, and she had considered stealing them both away for a time before they departed from the glen. She wished to get to know them both, and there was a chance she wouldn’t see either of them again for a while, as they lived so far away. The very thought of that made her sick, and she wished they lived closer.

She was just about to begin her chores when she spotted Sirmiq in the distance, and instantly her stomach dropped in excitement. What was he doing here? Was he here … for her?! She immediately jumped to this conclusion—as she couldn’t think of any other reason as to why he’d be here—dropped whatever chore she was about to start, and jogged from the opposite side of the camp to greet him with excitement and warmth.

Sirmiq, she called once he was in ear-shot. What a nice surprise—it’s good to see your face! What’s up? Her face was warmed by a large smile, and her tail swung wide as her hocks as she pranced closer.