Grouse Thicket Radio wake.

Reyson adventured from @Meadow again, but with promises to return. His aim this time lower sides. He was unsure what he would find. But where he had originally began looking. Well. It was crowded now. And neither he, nor meadow liked crowds.

As he walked the starlight dappled the reds of his pelt. Highlighting the scars. It was nighttime, usually he could hide them. Having become only a little self conscious of them after his run in with Antigone.

He was stopped short by an invisible wall of scents. A border cleanly and clearly marked. He stood there debating should he call or let whomever lied therein sleep and come back with the sunrise?