Redsand Canyon Wilderland.

i don't know, mulberry replies simply; tone without infliction either way. she had been happy to leave the strath, having felt drawn to the canyon from the first day they'd stepped paw into it ...even if she had been one of the few. there was something about it that she just adored; without having any sort of reasoning as to why. i cannot even pretend to know why the grandmaster — a lofty and pompous title as far as mulberry was concerned. made the decisions he did.

she couldn't exactly fathom why derg followed him, either. but derg had been his most trusted once.

ok, cool. mulberry says. are your kids around? she wasn't very used to interacting with cubs her own age — besides her brothers — but she had to admit that the notion held some interest for her. softly, she murmurs at the offer: thanks. despite knowing she would try to avoid intruding in on towhee.

ok. the witchling says with a bob of her head, feeling a bit like a broken record. see you in two hours! she chirrups before heading off to find something to do in the meantime; thinking that perhaps a snack — remembering the advice she'd just been given — was a good place to start.