Into this world we’re thrown

The Archer’s attention was focused on the snowshoe hair, it’s mottled coat standing out clearly against the snowless ground. It’s ears flattened against it’s skull, and it darted into the underbrush, right as a small voice declared that it was no spirit. Fiery eyes fell on the monochrome cub and her heart caught in her throat. Regardless of what it thought it was, she knew it might as well be a spirit for what the Puca knew she would see in it. She threw a glare after the trickster spirit, her teeth clenched momentarily, before she schooled her features back to blankness and addressed the cub. "Mmm, shouldn’ go givin’ out yer name so freely child," Surely there was an adult around somewhere looking for this one? Did she dare lay down to make herself less threatening when she may have to flee with little notice? "there’re creatures in th’ woods that’ll use it against yer." She settled on taking a seat instead, at least it wouldn’t be such a scramble to get her feet beneath herself if need be.

Obviously this one was lacking an education, one her own children wouldn’t miss out on with their grandmother at the helm, but maybe this was the universe giving her a small chance to make up for just... abandoning them like that, before their eyes had even opened. "Didn’ yer Ma warn you about the fae?" The wind sent another eerie howl through the trees, enough to make her fur prickle and puff out to stand on end, "Or the Yeth hound?"

"speech".