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Hawkeye did not come to greet her daughter. Instead, it was a male, perhaps around the same age as herself and Pura. Tytonidae looked him up and down, careful with her body language as she did so, and took a moment to collect information on him. “Hi,” she replied, pausing to remember why she had come here. “I am looking for my mother. Her name is Hawkeye. Do you know her?” Tytonidae did not bother with formalities. She was on a mission, and she fully expected this lad to help her out in one way or another. If he did not, she would ask him to call for somebody else. And if they did not know... well, she'd just keep getting everybody who lived here until Hawkeye (or somebody who knew her) showed up.

Waiting for his answer, Tytonidae licked her lips. She wondered if her mother had left here, too. She could not remember why her mother had left the plateau in the first place. Or anybody else, for that matter. Had either Saena or Pura said anything before they had left? Her sister seemed to be the only one who took a second to say goodbye, and it made Ty wonder if goodbyes were even necessary at all these days. Perhaps this was just the way things were.