The Sentinels Flower, gleam and glow

Got it, he says, tucking the pack’s name in his proverbial back pocket. Hope it all works out for ya, Solenya.

Bushtit snorts a little at the unwitting consonance. He doesn’t offer any formal farewell beyond that. They just don’t suit his style, especially as a transient. He merely offers her a boyish grin and wave, then turns to go.