Hideaway Strath Svanrand.

The man was glad Jean had caught up. Right on time too.
He licked his lips, giving him the floor to speak. He knew Towhee would like him. 
He plopped down, kinda tired after the trip. He was getting a bit old now, wasn't he. Not that it'd stop him any time soon. Probably.

He watched the two, glad he'd found Towhee on the borders so quickly. He didn't think he could go hunting; though he could just call Phox. He liked Towhee's face more. He almost snorted at his own thoughts, watching how she moved. Must be the Ptero they mentioned -- a form of communication that he'd set vigil to learn.