Redhawk Caldera Don't be afraid to catch feels

If it was a stupid question, he at least didn't make her feel foolish about posing it. He answered succinctly and Towhee merely nodded, wondering how the stars had moved across the sky like that. Something told her he wouldn't know, so she didn't bother asking. Anyway, that was a question better left for Phox.

As they straddled the borders, Towhee's sharp eyes picked out a shape ahead. She picked up the pace, cantering toward it, coming to a stop over it. She studied the pile of dung for a moment, then peered at Nightjar to say, "I don't recognize the scent." Of course, feces were feces. But the scent markers around it belonged to some sort of creature she didn't know. Her brows lifted, wondering if her older brother might, and whether this animal posed any sort of threat to the wolf pack.