Cerulean Cape i stowed me booty in her galley

Instead of answering him, the stranger with the funny accent asked for a trade. Goober's expression turned thoughtful for a moment, but nothing came to mind. "Um, nothing, I guess. I was just asking for a friend." The agouti wolf wasn't exactly a negotiator, and he couldn't think of anything to trade. He typically didn't do well in situations where the other party wasn't immediately cooperative.

He shrugged lightly. "If you do know them, can you tell them Smash is looking for them? She used to live there, but they aren't at Redtail Rise any longer." It was a request, but not a demand by any means. If this jerk didn't want to help Smash, that was unfortunate, but not the end of the world. As long as Goober kept asking around, somebody was bound to know one (or both) of them.