Larksong Grotto blame it on the time

When he gained her attention, a satisfied grin speads across his muzzle but he doubted at their distance, she’d notice. Either way, she turns to address him and he admires her decision to remain where she stands. He would have done the same if he didn’t have the back up should he have chosen to advance. Her remaining remaining where she stood would be the safest option for her, even if he held no ill-intent for crossing her path.

“Yes,” he confessed with a slight swish of his tail. He’d been trying to explore a territory he hadn’t grown up around, a place he hadn’t spent three years mapping for the good of his home, and instead everything slowed down painfully. Trying to absorb what he could in his travels while keeping two adolescents in tow hadn’t been the easiest thing in the world and adding on the search for someone he doesn’t even know wants to be found. He shook out his fur, then taking a step or two further so he didn’t have to shout nearly as loud. “What can you tell me about this place?”