Firefly Glen vuulnax ❦

The...lights? Toad perked her ears, listening closely and wading a step closer to the young woman, who seemed wise far beyond her years. She blinked, thinking of the idea that Fox's spirit could be somewhere close by. They were not far from the Caldera after all, and it had been her home for some time, from what Toad knew. 

Speaking to them seemed like something Kukutux truely believed was possible. Toad wasn't certain. She supposed that, if spirits of the dead really did linger beyond life, they might choose to speak to the living. Toad didn't know what she would do if she was dead, and had never tried to speak to a dead person. The whole thing seemed a bit ludicrous, but the world was something the brown creature believed to be mysterious and sometimes, perhaps even magical.

You do? Toad wondered about Kukutux's mother, locking her dull gaze to that of the foreigner; the white wolf's eyes were lit in the light such that it was a shock to the naive older woman.

What sort of offering..? Food? Flowers? Now it was getting technical.