Firefly Glen I shiver

It was Toad. Her familiar voice rose over the pattering of the rain as Meerkat scooted closer. Maybe it was just the conditions but she looked a little under the weather. She nearly asked Toad what was wrong, then remembered she probably looked worse for wear too. It was a cold, dark and rainy night, and they were in need of shelter.

"Let's head toward the lake. The trees grow closer together there and we can shelter beside the bluff," the youngster suggested in a chipper voice that defied their dreary surroundings. "Do you like it here so far?" Meerkat asked as she began to walk, always happy to make conversation.