Porcupine Ridge Bonjour Cher Voisin ! (à contrecœur)

A celebration at the pillars. Hex thought he recalled Muskrat, or maybe Nutu, saying something about the place. That said, the line between reality and dreams in the days following his return has been heavily blurred, so he couldn't be for certain.

He pondered her idea for a few quiet heartbeats with pensive mien. He had neither experience with nor love for alliances; he'd either been alone or with small isolated groups for the majority of his life. 

The latter being how he'd imagined the Ridge. . .until they received neighbors all but breathing up their necks. And by then, he'd grown attached to this place.

We'll consider it, Hex replied. I'll speak to the others and see how they feel. He could already imagine the various responses from the assortment of personalities gathered here.