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Serenade to the cobwebbed chandelier. - Towhee - November 24, 2025
Towhee woke before dawn to answer a persistent call of nature. She stumbled out of the Hobbit Hole to find a dense fog wreathing the caldera’s inner slopes. It would be another hour before the sun rose, two before it would breach the territory’s interior to burn away this thick brume. Something about it made the hair raise on the back of her neck. The Elder quickly finished her toilet and hastened back into the den.
It was very dark inside, though Towhee carefully navigated toward the back, where she and @Hotah slept beside their three children. Her place was still warm as she flopped down to the ground. Blindly, she nosed at her companion before reaching out to tuck the three pups closer to her body. She found Tawny Lark first, then @Splendid Fairywren. She couldn’t find their brother, which wasn’t that unusual; often, that little booger curled up under his dad’s arm.
Trying her best to avoid disturbing Hotah, Towhee pushed her muzzle into the spaces created by his motionless limbs. She still couldn’t find Peregrine. The fur all along her scarred spine suddenly stood straight up. Towhee froze, debating whether it was worth raising the alarm, though only for about three seconds. She slung out a foreleg to push at Hotah’s shoulder, trying to shake him awake.
Aware that signing would be useless at this hour, Towhee mumbled,
I can’ fin’ P,and just hoped he would get the gist of it.
Giving him a chance to wake up and process that, the Elder stood—glad she girls hadn’t yet had a chance to latch, else they might have fallen with how swiftly she moved—and began sniffing around the den. Her eyes had adjusted somewhat, though she primarily relied on her nose and whiskers to navigate around the Hobbit Hole’s interior and its residents, who were likely stirring awake as Towhee’s movements around the den grew more frantic.
It soon became clear that Peregrine wasn’t in the Hobbit Hole. Towhee burst outside, breathing in sharply as she was met by the wall of white again. The pups were barely old enough to peek their heads outside the den; she’d only just showed them the dooryard the day before. Her small son had seemed particularly excited by the outdoors, so perhaps he’d puttered outside while everyone else was asleep. He couldn’t have gone far, especially with this fog…
Towhee bellowed into the still-dark air, calling Peregrine’s name, and then whipped around to read the faces of those who would be able to hear a child’s cry.
RE: Serenade to the cobwebbed chandelier. - Tzar - November 24, 2025
going to pp jr in this just because it's easier — feel free to pp her as well! <3
the sniffing of his grandmother did not stir him, and though her bellow had drawn him into the realm between awake and asleep, tzar lets out a low snore, foreleg tossed over his eyes; sprawled out unceremoniously. it wasn't until the sharp nip of ghost at his right ear — drawing blood — that the crownore princeling roused from sleep, groggily pushing to his paws.
what?! what? 'm up.his eyelids droop and he gives a himself a shake as ghost hops from his mother, obviously having gotten the same nip to her ear —
though it does not fall beyond tzar's notice that while he was bleeding, towhee jr, alert and alarmed as she rises beside him, is not.
what's wrong?he asks OG towhee as he draws nearer, shadowed by his mother.
RE: Serenade to the cobwebbed chandelier. - Hotah - November 24, 2025
excited for this thread!
Hotah jerked awake at Towhee’s shove, blinking hard as sleep ripped away. Her mouth formed the shape of P—and that was all he needed.He was on his feet in an instant.
First, he checked the girls—Tawny Lark, then Fairywren—pressing quick kisses between their ears, grounding himself in their warmth. Safe. Here.
But Peregrine—
Hotah’s chest tightened. He followed Towhee through the den, nose low, scanning the bedding, the earth, anything. The fog outside had already smothered the air inside; scent was thin, directionless.
Towhee burst into the white, calling out. Hotah stepped right beside her, eyes sweeping the dense brume.
He looked to the wolves who could hear, his voice firm but tight.
Listen. He’s close. He has to be.
Then he moved forward into the fog, ready to search every inch until he found their son.
RE: Serenade to the cobwebbed chandelier. - Towhee - November 30, 2025
Her orange eyes flicked from face to face, searching for any indication they’d heard an answering cry from Peregrine. Yet she saw only confused and stricken expressions. Towhee felt an impotent rage sweep through her even as Tzar, Jr and Hotah flanked her. She didn’t catch any of the words they spoke, her eyes once more staring into the swirling fog.
When Hotah made a movement toward the white wall, Towhee didn’t hesitate; she followed him into the miasma, then veered away. She soon lost him—and, of course, the Hobbit Hole and all its inhabitants—as she ventured into the clag. Her world was always silent, though the limitation on her vision quickly became disorienting.
It took longer than it should’ve, though the Elder somehow found her way to the bank of the lake below. She dropped her nose to the cold ground and sniffed for any trace of her son’s scent. It made no sense that Peregrine could’ve made it all the way here on his own, yet she persisted in combing the shoreline. Towhee went west at first, then doubled back and rounded east.
Her heart plummeted when she found a patch of urine just feet from the water’s edge. One sniff told her it was Peregrine’s. There was no other scent and no other trace of him beside the nearly dry patch of earth. Her eyes cut across the water, the source of the swirling fog, and a wretched scream tore loose from her throat.
RE: Serenade to the cobwebbed chandelier. - Tzar - November 30, 2025
the puzzle pieces click into place quickly enough. a child was missing. though he didn't know them much yet beyond the occasional glimpse in their direction when one squeaked loud enough to grab his attention, tzar still feels like a stone has suddenly weighed down his heart.
he throws himself headfirst into the thick, cloying fog after hotah and towhee, doubling back after a second to join his mother's side; forgetting for a moment that she, too, was deaf and that the last he wanted was to lose her, too.
he doesn't bother trying to speak or sign ptero. he doubts it will be any use.
he smells nothing that resembled peregrine, glimpsing skyward as ghost disappears into the swallowing fog only to become a disfigured shadow as he cuts back through before landing — roughly — upon tzar's shoulder.
the scream perks his ears, and he tugs at his mother's shoulder, grasping skin and fur firmly in his teeth.
-c'mon mom!-the fog played games with him though, getting him all turned around and he hesitates, unsure what direction it had actually came from, offering his mother whose gaze was fiery with worry a sheepishly apologetic expression.