Moonspear ^______________^

Someone shouted her name. Treepie promptly halted and looked every which way until she spotted Killdeer coming toward her. She bounded forward to meet him in the middle, bumping her head against his chin as he wrapped her in a hug. Her tail waved as they briefly embraced before each stepping back.

Yes, I’m good! Pie replied, eyes glimmering.

Momentary distaste with her anatomy aside, she was on an upswing lately. She had begun tackling her agoraphobia, little by little, following Towhee’s visit with Bushtit. If her little cousin could wander the world, she was determined to do the same. Besides, she had found it easy to venture into the nearby territories with him, too endeared by the pup to worry about much else.

Although, she continued in the next breath, smile faltering slightly, I guess one of Tiki’s litter mates disappeared, just like mine, not to mention the other departures of late. I don’t understand why they go away and do not return. And so many don’t even say goodbye.

She could never imagine doing such a thing—of course, she could hardly fathom leaving Moonspear at all—and Tiuttuk was troubled by these patterns. She didn’t want to pester anaa or Tiki with a thousand questions, in case it made them sad. Hopefully Killdeer didn’t mind, and perhaps he had some answers.