Redhawk Caldera Bridged by a lightwave.

It was just past midnight by the time Towhee made her way to the rendezvous site and slumped to the grass beside a welcoming pile of soft, slumbering bodies. She curled toward their warmth with a yawn, letting her head fall onto her paws. Her eyelids drifted closed and she began to fall asleep, though right before she went under, she saw Meerkat's lips moving in her mind, forming the words, "I'll come back in a couple days to see dad and the others..."

Her orange eyes opened and she raised her head, staring off into the darkness as the word "dad" gave her an idea. Meerkat was a scout, specifically an ambassador. Every time she did something exciting with her trade—like voyaged to that seaside pack with the weird name Towhee couldn't remember, or threw that pint-sized rager in Bramblepoint the other day—her daughter came to tell her all about it. Meerkat loved that shit, lived for it. Moreover, she was really good at it.

Would Meerkat find it strange if Towhee sent her out for any word of @Kaertok? Towhee would share her theory about the girl's parentage, which would surely intrigue her. Of course, she wouldn't tell Meerkat why she personally wanted to know the man's whereabouts. She would just let Meerkat think it was about meeting her biological father, which wasn't even untrue. She was going to be an adult in a week or two, it was well past time to let her make her own decisions about that part of her heritage.

With that thought in mind, Towhee stretched out and rested her cheek on the grass, eyes slipping shut again. When they opened again, it was morning, the November air frigid but the sun shining brightly.