Moonspear angagixta ☘

It was news to Toad that Kukutux, mother and knower of spirits, was a healer as well. This matched up nicely with the vision of the young mother she had been holding onto since meeting her in the glen. She was gracious enough to offer Meerkat any help she might require, which the young girl seemed receptive to. She explained that Bronco was her older brother, and followed by mentioning they were from a combined family of sorts. This made sense to Toad — pack life had a tendency to bond together those within it. Blood relatives or not, that wasn't the purpose of the word 'family'.

She nodded empathetically, it is hard work, she said, looking briefly at one of her paws. One of the nails had broken off just near the quick. It wasn't painful, but it didn't feel particularly great to walk on either. Moving around the mountain could be rather difficult in some parts.

As the girl quieted for a moment, Toad looked to Kukutux and nodded, her tail flopping once. I will hunt for them soon, perhaps once the rains have stopped, she said, unaware that they were in for much more rain that anyone anticipated. She was in no hurry to descend to the foot of the mountain with everything this muddy and slippery. That was a good way to get injured on a hunt.

Toad looked back to the girl, who explained why she wanted the furs and asked to come back for the other one. Part of her thought she should offer to help, but Meerkat seemed tenacious, and probably might even like handling things on her own. It was hard to recall what she herself had been like at under a year old. Clearly, someone had raised little Meerkat well.