The Sentinels Boarfish

Towhee’s eyes never left the figure as it—he, going by scent—slowly stood. Moonlight fell across his face, bringing his features into sharper relief. He looked strangely familiar. Her eyes tracked over the spiny fur on his back, catching a glimpse of his reddish tail, and her lips parted at the striking resemblance to Skipjack.

Her gaze cut back to his face when she saw his lips moving. He asked after someone named Blossom. Towhee blinked, then shook her head. Her eyes ate into his face, her own slowly transforming into something very closely resembling Sudden Clarity Clarence.

FISH?! she blurted, unaware that she half-shouted.