Stone Circle Scooty woop.

A very peculiar figure came into view, his coloration reminding Towhee of something or maybe someone, though she couldn’t put her finger on what or who. When he came closer, she saw that his fur had a strange texture. She kind of wanted to touch it, though of course she didn’t. Instead, she quickly flicked her eyes to his—green, like apples—before dropping them to his moving lips.

Hi, she replied, face scrunching a little at his question. Yeah, everything’s fine. My name’s Towhee and I’m h—

The breeze shifted, blowing the pack’s various scents right into her face. Towhee was pretty damn sure she smelled Fig, though there was another in there that made her squint. What on earth would he be doing here, especially if his ex-wife’s brother resided here? Towhee was officially intrigued.

Ah, sorry, I got sidetracked. Does Figment Redhawk live here, by any chance? He’s my son, she finished her interrupted thought, getting straight to the point.