Coconut Grove Clown Gamble

"Probably" he rolled his shoulders with a non-caring shrug. Whether she knew them or ot was less of a care to him. In fact, it was better that he kept his band much more secret than what he had already fucked up and revealed. "Firebirds, you say? Somewhat a decent comrade of Colt, there; might give him a hello sooner or later" A paw at the overturned shell of a clam placed it back ommitedly proper in the rustled sands of the grove. Atlantic blues only briefly touched her face before he finally let the words flow out. 

"I'm the Keepwatcher of Shadewood, literally right behind you all. We keep to ourselves." Which is why you've never heard of us, you silly little girl', his chaste and bitter humor berated her silently from within. A polite dip of his head gave way to none of the sardonic reaper within, and a rise of his crown showed nothing but the mask of gentlemanly habits. "Pleasure meeting another Firebird; think it would be nice for use to have maybe a little meet up between our packs."