Grouse Thicket Schmoyoho, accent on the yo.

It went well. As well as these things usually did, anyway. The nip on his ear was unexpected, but not unpleasant, and he blinked at Towhee. He wasn't smitten, exactly, but he did think she would rear good pups. Her scent was mingled with many others, which meant her children would grow up with plenty of support. Little did he know Towhee was unable to produce children, so it was all a moot point. He wouldn't be around to see the lack of pups anyway.

Aokkatti, he corrected, not girlfriend. More like... chosen family. Tartok culture didn't really leave room for boyfriends and girlfriends, although he was aware of the concept. Judging by Towhee's lack of inhibition when it came to offering herself up to somebody outside her pack, he guessed her culture was even more lax on the matter. He could feel sleep starting to creep up, but he fought it off in order to live up to his promise.

I did not hear any information about Sugar Glider or Isi, he said, pausing for a moment. Nothing on Raleska or Rusalka either, besides what I already know. They had abandoned the coast, the coast was ruined, and they were nowhere to be found.