Jamie bustles along easily at her mother’s heel, wide eyes drinking in every detail with an eager glimmer. “what kind of fights wouldn’t need weapons?” she prods, nonplussed. but she falls silent as the stream comes into view, studying the ‘beavers’ with an excited little wiggle. how strange! Jamie has never seen anything like it! and they’re Mama’s favourite?“doesn’t the fur get stuck in your teeth?”
Ignita’s question fully encapsulates her attention, setting that little mind to whirling. silently, she also preens; Jamie can’t help but feel smug at this adventure, at the special attention Mama is paying exclusively to her. sometimes she thinks it’d be nice, being an only child. “umm…well, we’re in the mountains…and it’d need to be something bigger than the beavers, with lots of teeth and claws…”Jamie stares down at her own feet, wriggling her toes in the earth. not another wolf, or else surely Papa would’ve torn them about by now. oh, what was that story Spider had told them? “maybe…a bear?”
