Whack-A-What?

She padded ahead of her children – almost all of them except Amory, who was down with a persistent cough - , glancing back often to make sure none of the four youngsters had been distracted and wandered. It was further than she usually took them, but when all was said and done, it was closer than the Dancefloor, and they were older, and stronger than they’d been at the festival.

She kept an easy pace that Aoife would be able to keep up with. They’d skirted Aerie’s northern border, avoiding the desertlands. She thought she might head south to the Bifrost when they reached the Prairie, but it was voices up ahead that changed her mind. Children that weren’t hers.

Something about prairie dogs. She peered out ahead, spotting a form under a cottonwood, and two small pups. Wait, she knew that white and black pattern.

“Stay with me, children. Let’s go say hello.”
She padded forward, skirting the prairie dog town before she called out, “Is that a Harbringr I see?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think