Golden Glade Brick by brick.

Phox heard the call from an unfamiliar voice. His breath hitched in his throat, wondering if there was some news of Alyx. Where had she gone? What had happened? Was she safe? Was she lost? Was this stranger reporting back for Niamh, or was something wrong with Niamh? All of these questions were asked on repeat in his head, and he ruminated over them again and again as he made his way toward the call.

When he arrived, it was not Alyx or Niamh. -Towhee. Any news about Alyx? She's missing, and we can't find her. Niamh's out looking and— he stopped, blinking at the stranger. -Who is this? Do you have information about Alyx?- he asked pointedly.