Totoka River sneak

Storm nodded, head tilting to one side almost thoughtfully. Trade for a litter, she suggested, eyes tracking Hokulani's movements as she dug. She let her gaze sweep appreciatively over the woman, but only once.

Harder to find them weaned, she relented after a moment, still thinking. They don't usually last that long if they're not wanted. It'd be easier if you had a nursing mother around. Storm was thinking of the Glass Cove and their methods — but only to an extent. These children wouldn't be assassins. They would be... what? She eyed the woman curiously, almost expectantly.