Totoka River No sound he made.

Fox had never been much of a traveler, but they needed new bodies. Sebastian and Pan were great (wonderful, even), but with another litter on the way, Fox knew they were going to need more adults to watch after the children. The ratio was already growing too close, and she didn't like it one bit. So she'd bid her family farewell for a few days and began to travel north. It was strange, being outside of her home for the first time since the fall, and it brought her back to the year that had already passed. Memories of Swiftcurrent Creek, Blacktail Deer Plateau, and even The Sunspire came flooding in, even if they were vague and disorganized.

She'd spent the night in Neverwinter Forest, careful to steer clear of Ouroboros Spine and Silvertip Mountain. Both had been Jinx's lands at one point or another, though Fox had heard nothing of the woman for quite some time. Then again, she didn't exactly go around seeking out news. Fox figured Jinx had simply moved on, fickle as she'd always been. Their relationship had always been a strange one.

When a familiar scent wafted her way, Fox chalked it up to being nostalgic. It wasn't until she was nearly upon the older male before she stopped. And even then, she had to search far back into the reaches of her brain to tug out a name. "Njal?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "Is that you?" But how could it be? Where was Tuwawi? Where were the children? Where was Bazi, Scimitar, and the rest of the gang? Fox was far behind on the details of the creek (and its eventual dispersal elsewhere).