Firefly Glen no treble

As Toad recovered, she found an unfamiliar voice calling out to her. Oh yeah, she answered without looking, shaking her head and spitting the remainder of snowy dirt out of her mouth. She reached out her leg to observe the scrape, but it was quite minor. Happens all the time, right? When Toad looked up, she saw that it was a pseudo-familiar face she'd seen at the most recent rally. His face was marred — an uneven stare found her. She remembered his coat pattern, but not... his injuries.

With a wag of her tail she greeted him, smiling and pretending she hadn't just embarrassed herself. I saw you before, but I don't know your name. I'm Toad Amelia, she said with a nod.

In the back of her mind, she wondered if he was a bachelor. She now constantly had her eye on the lookout for men who might fit her list of 'wants,' always remembering what Meerkat had told her about putting herself out there.