Dwin had been out scouting the previous day and had had a very good time until she arrived home late in the evening to the utter panic and turmoil that ensues, when a kid goes missing without a trace. Under different circumstances she would have congratulated her sister for her bravery and curiousity. But there were her parents, who worried immensely and had been very hard to console. Not least because each blamed themselves for not being on guard and also had come up with all the horrible ways she could have died. 

Dwin, who had felt exhausted already and had now been robbed of a well-earned rest, spent the rest of the night looking for the kid. Heavy rainfall at dawn had not helped the issue the least and eventually -angry, tired and drenched to the bone, she had decided that nature was nature and you could do nothing about it.

Few hours later. A summoning howl and a flash of familiar coloured pelt running past her. Dwin was relieved for her parents' sake, but she was not quite ready to forgive that easily. She harboured murderous thoughts on, what she would do IF Frolic's upbringing were in her jurisdiction only, while she made her way to meet the hero of the day. "Morning," she greeted the sand coloured she-wolf before her. "Where did you find our little," piece of shit, "piglet? We were worried sick." 

Good intentions pave the road to hell... 1% of Dwin's being tried to see this explanation for Frolic's disappearance as something that would make everything right. The remaining 99% of her still wanted to wring Frolic's neck or at least give her a good shake and yelling. Because - of course - parents would go soft on her and she knew from her own experience of being a difficult child, that would not stop her younger sister from pulling this off again. It was not easy to keep these thoughts from surfacing and being spoken out loud. 

"Bronco does not have a sister called Meerkat," Dwin corrected the stranger and looked her all over very carefully. "There was Nelly, Quetzal and Alyx, but no Meerkat," she explained. She was not good at remembering facts correctly, nor did she possess the talent of being a good story-teller. But her memory in genealogy, when it concerned her immediate family members was quite good. "Were you adopted as a kid? Or are you a distant cousin?" because that could happen, even if it did not count. 

Rude Dwin may have been, but you have to step in her shoes for a bit. Here was a complete stranger, who had (supposedly) done a good deed - brought back a stray kid. But then you claim being related to someone, when it is factually incorrect, and now you start wondering, whether this person is truly harmless and has no other intentions in mind. Perhaps, even the story about the kid may not be that simple and straightforward.

Had Eljay never fallen out with Towhee in the past, maybe this branch of Dwin's family tree would have been mentioned more often or attempts made to create more lasting relationships between the family members. Since things were the way they were, Dwin may have heard Towhee's name in passing, but Meerkat did not exist in the tree at all.  

"Yeah, sure," Dwin shrugged, tipped her head back and called for @Bronco . "How do you know him exactly?"

"You're not here to see me, are you?" Dwin shot back a toothy grin. "Won't make a difference then, if you do not know, who I am," it was not often and not with everyone, but she had this annoying habit of not giving her name to people she either did not particularly like or did not trust very much. She was undecided with Meerkat here. 

Bronco replied - and Dwin felt a pang of guilt for not remembering that the man in question was not fit to go anywhere at the moment. In her defense - she had been up for the past 20h or so and had had awful lack of sleep. They exchange another set of howls, where the man quickly affirmed that Meerkat was someone he knew.

With that settled, Dwin's cool demeanor changed to somewhat more welcoming. "Oookay, let's go," she took a step to the side, turned and waited for the visitor to join her. She led the way, until they arrived at Bronco's densite. After greeting him and the kids and asking, if he needed anything, she excused herself and let the two have a conversation in privacy. In case he had expressed the need for something - she would go to find and fetch it.