A young black Tsabhua sat at his desk, writing rigorously. It had been quite a while since Choose's encounter with Leviathan- which had happened early in the year. Now, with the cold season of Kerah having arrived and temperatures dropping, the young Xunari was finally happy to have another go of writing an adventure story based on the encounter he, Roam, fawn and Retreat had had.   The book had been quite tricky to write- especially since Choose didn't know much abou...

The two whelps were still noticeably shaken up the days that went by after their encounter with Leviathan. The adults had, of course, taken their time to explain what had happened and told Choose and Retreat that they had never been in any real danger. Still, the two seemed wary about the swamp, which Fawn supposed was reasonable, albeit a tad dramatic, too.   Eventually they had, quite begrudgingly, taken the whelps for another walk just to show them nothing bad woul...

As always, smaller footsteps followed Roam as she wandered trough the mushroom forest. It had been a while since Roam and Fawn had been given the time to wander around outside, but with most of the whelps in the nursery growing up to the point they could take care of themselves for the day, the two had been doing mundane tasks further away from camp.    Still, as they had grown accustomed to, [[Choose]] and [[Retreat]] had begged them to let them come along on the th...

The colony's whelps had, quite insistently, told Roam and Fawn that they needed to organize a festival. And had also aske for it to be as soon as possible. The latter the two had understood- whelps not being known for their patience. The two had been confused, however, with the request for a festival in the first place. They were not quite sure how to deal with it; but had eventually asked one of the more insistent whelps what was going on. "It's Chukoo's wedding!" Choose had said, as if it...