Bramblepoint Burnt out from a joyride

A small voice called out - the word was somewhat akin to her mother's name, too close for coincidence. Nellie's interest was piqued yet again as her ears swiveled to find the source of the voice, her head soon following. She scoffed, then laughed boisterously. You wish. She commented, finally spotting a small, sandy girl between the foliage. Nellie didn't recognize her, but if the girl knew her mother, then maybe she was Firebirds spawn. It'd mean her family was nearby. Or eaten by a bear. Or both.

Before she could question the girl about it though, another figure approached - unkept and shaggy and smelling like wet dog. She looked a little closer, admiring his calming eyes of green when she realized... This wasn't just any wet, homeless guy; THIS WAS HER WET, HOMELESS GUY. Geez, what happened to him? She watched him stumble over his words awkwardly, a little smirk forming on her maw as her eyes wandered to the spike on his head. She tried her very best not to laugh at him for it. You try'nna poke someone's eye out with that? She quipped with a soft chuckle. Sure, it was great to see him again and she'd missed him, but telling him that wasn't nearly as much fun as teasing him.