Bless this mess

They had seemingly all come to the same conclusion. If they were going to grow, they needed more room to spread their roots. Sedna sat at the edge of the oaks, where some sunlight still broke through the dense canopy and a breeze from the Swallet swept away some of the earthy, dusty, oppressive air. She could appreciate this place, secluded like their bamboo and full of nooks and crannies for the elusive members of Tojo to melt away into into. It had a variety of game, and herbs they couldn’t find locally elsewhere, and traders rarely made it this far south. But it had its drawbacks too. A problem like this needed more than one set of eyes looking over it.

She called for her packmates to gather their thoughts. She had broached the matter with Hattori already, though she would welcome his input again. It was time to consider this with some seriousness.

“Speech”