Luneshale Pass It’s time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down.

His lips moved in a word that was becoming familiar despite all the language barriers between them. Then Soto rose, their respective paws falling away as he telegraphed his intention to disembark—literally, when he paused to sign at her.

Towhee blinked, then smiled a little. She tipped her head, appreciating the gesture even if it was minimal. It always made her feel welcome when others used Ptero, which suited the situation.

He soon disappeared into the distance, leaving Towhee to eye her surroundings. She supposed she should find somewhere to settle, a thought which had her sighing and climbing to her feet. With dragging steps, she began familiarizing herself with the fringes.