Jade Fern Grove so things are different tonight

Hen, again, noticed the new face first. Immediately, she ducked into his shoulder fur and he moved to greet the newbie with a raised brow.

Chipmunk. He rasped the clarification, the grey tinged pink words the woman spoke swirling across his vision. He licked the taste of them off his whiskers, turning to fully look her over. Older than him, colored by slate.

Friend. Chipmunk friend. A nod to punctuate.