Moonspear words together make title :)))

Without any need for him to watch children, nor even particularly to provide for them, White Elk found himself at loose ends. He patrolled, and of course he still hunted, but it was something of a lonely existence. Not, however, any more or less lonely than he'd felt since leaving Callyope's side.

He wandered quite aimlessly this morning, snuffling through the leaves in search of truffles. He'd never had a nose for them, but there was little else he could think of to occupy his time.

Eventually, he found some mushrooms. Head cocked to the side, he sat and stared at them.

Were they good to eat??