Moonspear Moon, a hole of light

He was quick to nod in agreement. It was mean. He said, eyes fixed to where the skunk had run off. Maybe it was angry because it smelt so horrible.

The other introduced herself, and he was quick to repeat her name. Tiki. A way of cementing it into his mind - it would be rude to forget. Maman calls me Ludo. She had shared her nickname, so he offered his own. He like it better than his full name anyways, loo-doh-vick-uss was a bit of a mouthful for him.

Part of him was surprised that maman had not come out running yet, teeth bared, but then again he had made a point not to scream because of that. He did not want to get in trouble for wandering out of then den in the night; no matter how close he had stayed, he would be scolded all the same. He preferred to leave the trouble for Ignace and his snapping jaws.