Firefly Glen tânsittut ≊

Approaching with a poised posture and a steady pace, she came to where Kukutux had called for her.

But in the call, she knew she was the only summoned. Though, she had been the first to arrive.

Unsure entirely what this meant, Nasamik simply sat in wait, a pale rabbit fur clung tight around her shoulders. Somewhere in her stomach, butterflies danced. She could not say why, but did her best to ignore the feeling.

Others will come soon, she reminded herself. 

So, to prepare, she sat taller, eyes warm and searching for who may show next.