Deepwood Weald A bar song (tipsy).

Her lips pursed thoughtfully at Dutch’s mention of Moontide. Hadn’t Meerkat mentioned something about this to her too? Apparently she’d met a young woman in search of a new home since there hadn’t been enough space in the coastal pack, whatever that meant. Towhee was curious how this might affect Phox and Heph. She almost asked, though she still didn’t want to undermine her grandson, so she stayed mum.

-“Oh? I was just wondering how that’d work,”- she said, intrigued by the idea of markers. -“I’m not going anywhere or doing anything, for that matter. Can I help you with that?”- Towhee said, bobbing her head toward the deerskin sling full of stones.