Luneshale Pass don’t ask me how i did it, i just did it, it was hard

sorry to crash! just having her say helloo

Leto is looking for excuses to wander these days, often finding herself traipsing the borders of the pass while she knows her children are safe within. About to turn back, a familiar howl keeps her from the den for a while longer.

Bushtit! How have you been? She calls a greeting to the boy, approaching him at a casual trot. At his strange smell and all to smug smile she raises an eyebrow, but is quick to brush it off. Whatever he was doing before he got here, it isn't her business.

Is your mother well? Assuming he has seen her, of course.