Sun Mote Copse Landlocked.

There was movement out in the darkness. Towhee's eyes zeroed in on it and she rapidly closed the distance, catching the last few words on the stranger's lips. "—trespass. I didn't, did I?" She couldn't hear the tone of the words, yet now that she was closer, she could make out some details: lean build; dark, ragged coat; bright eyes; and a certain air of weary dishevelment.

"You have no business being this close to the copse, so I would prefer you moved further away," came Towhee's wooden reply. Unless, of course, he did.