Moonspear Porto

Toad frowned. The pup was the curious sort. She was young; this was expected. The creamy girl was not hungry. She was also not the calm, submissive, lovely version of a pup that Toad had somehow conjured from her mind of what a Kukutux child would look like. This girl before her was instead a rebel of understanding. She was a true child of wonder and exploration. This was something Toad very much approved of.

So you could eat it, she answered. The girl asked her name. Toad. The girl was an Ostrega. She would grow to be fierce. This, Toad was positive of. She would bet her life on it.

The little girl finished with a question that Toad had to take apart in order to understand it. Even then, she didn't know what an ugi was. Since the girl was not going to eat it, and since Toad could not cache it, the woman did not hesitate in ripping into the hare and stealing a portion of it. She swallowed it before answering any of the girl's questions, allowing for a healthy silence to step between them. I don't know what an ugi is, but it was your mother Kukutux that brought me here. This in itself was sort of an untruth, for Kukutux had never asked for her to come. The invitation had been fond and swift, however. Toad waited for the further onslaught.