Midnight watched Eglann look over the whelps he had been charged with today.  The other two whelps stood nearby, Ember fidgeting and Bastor winking when he caught her eye.  She was new here, she and Ember staying a time in Tsidal to learn more about L’Hatzif.  It was weird to be in this place, the ground squishy underfoot and plants and mushrooms closing overhead.  It wasn’t home, but the colonists here were friendly.  The silence stretched a bit longer...