Broken Antler Fen Between two points.

A silver sylph soon appeared and greeted her, earning an easy smile from Towhee. "Heya," she called, probably overly loudly, snorting playfully in retort to Wraen's remark. With a theatrical flair, she took a step forward even as she said, "Are you aware you're harboring some sort of magical, mystical prey in here? At least, I assume it's from, like... the fairy realm or something, which would explain why I don't know the scent."

Her friend was a sight for sore eyes, a thought which made the smile slip from her face a little. "I'm hunting for Fennec. Have you heard...?"