Hoshor Plains allotment

He drifted in his mind, physical pain dulled by moonwoman's strange medicines. Slowly, he shuffled his priorities back into order. It was chilling, in a way, to see how quickly things had gotten mixed up. This realignment was a cold comfort, but a comfort all the same. He let it soothe him until a familiar scent and telltale thump. thump thump. gave him something better to think about.

"Shadow girl," he in greeting, slapping a dusty paw against the ground to summon her. "I hoped I would find you in this place."

It was goo to see her face when he'd spent the past week or more worrying that she would be gone when he returned. She looked still to thin and whiplike, but no worse for wear than when he'd last seen her. His heart thawed a fraction; he was ready to set aside his own hurts in favor of sticking his nose in someone else's business.

"Are you well?" he asked her. And then, a little slyly, "Have you made any friends here?"