Sun Mote Copse Stamp on the ground.

Towhee made no reply about intrusions, trusting that the border markings and her stature were answer enough. Besides, the she-wolf said something far more interesting in the very next breath.

I haven’t seen anyone, she said. How long has he been missing? Where did you last see him? How old is he and what does he look like?

That was quite a few questions to fire off at once, though somehow Towhee didn’t think the strange would mind. She only asked so she could be of some help, though even without a description or a time frame, she knew full well there hadn’t been any strangers lurking about the copse.

I’m Towhee, by the way, and this is Sun Mote Copse.