Cedar Sweep you tell me stories of the sea

The boy was slight of figure as far as Dingo could tell, at least right off the bat. His initial glimpse of them was a confusing one; they were moving quickly and there were small idiosyncrasies to their silhouette. The lack of a tail, the smattering of freckles.

Once the boy calmed down, Dingo's smile grew a little. He caught him murmuring and pivoted his ears. Yeah my boss, Towhee. Used to live -- I unno, somewhere near here. Moved in to the 'strath with her kids. And unless someone can vouch for you, I suggest you skeedaddle. Although as he said this, he remained calm and as charming as can be - no point in bristling or causing a fuss with someone as easily spooked as this shadow.