Hushed Willows [m] I just wanna feel something, tell me where to go

Of course <3

So he was a punk now, huh? Not the the first time he'd been called that. But this time? Oh this time he was a punk with a purpose! It didn't draw a laugh from his chest but he exhaled sharply through his nose. A wry smile dancing upon his lips.

Ah, well. It just meant his skill set was all on the table.

He paced through the willows, reaching the clearing with its ledge. His ears piqued as a shadow caught his eye. The youngster sat atop the ledge. What name, now? Mae... or...Wayfarer? Well he'd just have to find out now wouldn't he? She was also one of the bosses' punks.

Without breaking stride he veered to butte and picked his way up the slope. He made no effort to conceal himself, she likely saw him first from the high ground. Instead, his voice raised as he hollered his way up to her, Is it scenic up there, little mite?