Hushed Willows double

It took him too long to realize he was not alone as he picked through the area, searching for things that might help him. A home, abandoned meals, a face or two. It was in his roaming gaze for a face that he saw her. For a beat he wondered if that was Thresher but even in the fog this stranger was a golden beacon. Too bright to be his protector and not nearly feathery enough.

Still his tail offered a few slow sways, welcoming her silent presence. Hello. He called out softly despite the hoarseness of his voice. Do you — The male paused to correct himself. Did you live here? It seemed like better wording considering how vacant the willows had seemed. Was she what remained of whatever had driven away the former inhabitants?