Sun Mote Copse but who could know if i'm a traitor?

arcturus had caught many scents along their borders; firebirds was full of a proud race of guardians, and it pleased him. being the newest, it took him some time to decipher the scents braided into the firewood, but one he found often was figment, the quieter of the boys he had met his first week in his new home.

alerted to figment's presence by the crunch of leaves and pinestraw underfoot, arcturus halted and waved his tail in easy acceptance as the yearling approached. he smiled in respond to figment's explanation -- he needed no explanation, for arcturus often found himself lost in thought as he went. "it becomes route, which makes it easy to let your mind wander." he supplied understandingly. "i was just going to check the stony fen at the edge of our territory. thought i smelled a badger there yesterday. would you like to come with me?"