Sun Mote Copse “The things that make me different are the things that make me, me.” —Piglet

the goodbye party did arrive, courtesy one very confused arcturus.

he had heard meerkat's callings, and then heard niamh's short howl in response to bronco. his expression darkened -- where were they going?

and --

how was towhee allowing this?

he admittedly had a fondness for the little girl that was not his own, and while he did not know bronco as well as meerkat, he had his reservations about two young children (that's what they were, in his eyes) striking out into the world alone. arcturus had learned the world from a distance looked immense and inviting -- but it could be full of sharp edges and hurt.

"where are you going?" the mountaineer immediately pressed, the second he saw meerkat and bronco lounging in the rendezvous' clearing. certainly, they didn't think they could r-u-n-n-o-f-t without running it by him first, right?