Swiftcurrent Creek clothmaker

She breathed in the fresh air, grateful for the cool scent of the woodlands after being in a den full of babyfarts. She moved to the side to allow the children to focus on Lestan and the weasel. She clicked her tongue and used her paws to redirect Saturin before he could wander off, grateful when he finally noticed the squirming weasel and took an interest. He'd been ill lately, so she could not blame him for being lethargic. However, when the weasel was released, he seemed to recover- as children did, after staying home from school with a cold. 

Go get it! She whooped, gently slapping a paw against Caliste's chubby behind. Catch dat weasel! She goaded, herding her children forward so they might take flight after the creature on their own.