Moonspear SOFI needs a ladder.

Towhee would never be anything but delighted to see her eldest grandchild. She nipped at his flues before he took a step back and settled, attention quickly drawn to the two youngsters. She followed his gaze and her smile deepened. Treepie’s Ptero really was impressive.

Her warm eyes shifted back to the High Sage. It was quiet here too, Sialuk reported, but the village stood strong. Towhee’s grin dimmed a little as she thought of those last days in the copse, left behind by one Sveijarn-Corten after another. She didn’t blame them, though she told herself she shouldn’t feel too guilty for leaving either, at least not for them. She did feel culpable for Reyson and Meadow.

I was thinking Bushtit and I could hang out here—or nearby, whichever is least imposing for you guys—for a few weeks. I’ll pay our way by hunting and patrolling. We hope to hit all the Moon villages eventually, but we’re not in any rush. I think it’d be good for him to hang around long enough to get to know the culture and people in each place, at least to some extent.