Cricket Creek Bog noms away

Whimsy admired Toad's willingness to venture into the unknown and do things that sounded quite scary to the coywolf gal (aka joining a pack on a whim). In most other situations, she was eager and adventurous. If she knew what an Achilles heel was that's what she would have named her aversion to pack life.

"I hope it works out for you. If it doesn't and you get lonely you can spend the night with me any time." She didn't understand the sexual connotations of two adults "spending the night together", so her words were innocent through and through as she gazed cheerfully at the mottled brown and tan creature before her. "As for me, I'm searching for crystal caves. It's on my burrow list of things to do before I die. Know of any?"