Moonspear You've got all the butterflies tied up inside

Treepie wiggled her eyebrows at Kinusi’s riposte, though before she could comment about the flirtatious nature of such an act, her cousin warned her about the hot springs’ odor. Pie blinked at her, then threw back her head and laughed at the crass commentary.

I mean, Pie said, still laughing, it sounds pretty romantic to me. Katmai must really like you if the stench didn’t deter him, although I’m guessing he stunk too.

It sounded like all kinds of fun to her, not to mention memorable. Maybe she would take someone there someday, despite Kinusi’s warning. It might be a good litmus test, she thought with a little snort. Her tail flicked.

Keep me posted on any other developments between you two. I love a good love story. And I don’t have any romantic prospects myself, Pie hedged, smiling as she tweaked her cousin’s dimple, so I have to live vicariously and all that.

She finished off the last bite of her thieved snack, then decided to quit pestering Kinusi about her love life and ask her about something else. Tiuttuk thought back on everything she’d said and honed in on something that evoked Moonspear’s past.

Are you studying to be a medic? Or just dabbling? Pie wondered. The healing ulaq kind of crumbled into dust. I don’t know if you know Haedwig well or at all, but she’s stashing some herbs and stuff in an old bear den. She said it’s not ideal, so maybe we could find somewhere better suited for the pack’s infirmary.