Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

"I've met Phocion. He's a bit...eccentric I think is the word I'm looking for? He stares at nothing a lot and seems to think heavily." Niita glanced at him, wondering if he understood what she was trying to say. Phocion was nice but he made her uneasy when he stared at her without speaking for long periods of time. 

"Besides you three, who else is there? I mean besides Zaria and her pups." The words were overpronounced, Zaria's name coming out with an -h on the end.

 Niita thought she had smelt a second female around the territory, one she had yet to meet but she couldn't be sure. "I thought I had smelt another female, but it's easy to get confused with so many scents crossing."