Diplomacy

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...

It had been a while since [[Roam]] and [[Fawn]]'s encounter with Blikk. After returning, life in L'hatzif continued like normal. Depart and Retreat had come home bragging to the other nursery whelps, and their enthusiasm over Blikk's stories was soon infectious. Neither Fawn nor Roam had ever been that into telling stories, but with Depart and Retreat excitedly recounting some of the tall tales Blikk had told them, they were pushed into it by many sets of pleading eyes.   ...

"Are we there yet?" an annoyed voice pipped up from a bag slung over Roam's shoulders. Retreat had, rather quickly, become too tired to walk herself and being tired of the complaints Fawn had picked her up and put her in one of the big bags that previously held supplies for the trip.   Depart was still happily trotting along with them, occasionally stopping to look at bugs or rocks on the road. But even *he* was starting to get annoyed at the other whelp. "Not yet, Re...