His tail? Oh! Nen'tah hadn't even considered it. Frowning, he looked back toward the offending appendage as if to admonish his own tail for betraying him. Goldblossom seemed to know a lot about hunting, just like she did herbs; maybe someday she could take him out farther into the territory and let him practice on live prey! The dead squirrel admittedly wasn't good for practicing much beyond figuring out proper form...

Still, it was something.

Nen'tah bounced up toward his new friend and mentor, briefly pressing his crown to her forelimb in a gesture of thanks. He'd learned a lot today and had already sorted her into a positive place in his mind, making a note to collect more herbs and mushrooms for a future encounter so she could him identify them.

The morning sun had already begun to transition to its noonday position. How the time flew! Mother was probably wondering where he'd gone off to.

Mama's waiting, he said. Nen'tah wagged his tail once, throwing her a brief smile as he scampered away -

Oh, he'd almost forgotten.

Thank you!

And then he was gone.