Sun Mote Copse i just pulled up to the studio and laid it on the line

The founder—whose name he can never hope to pronounce—only recently reestablished the pack. Now everything makes a little more sense. Bushtit nods his acknowledgement. The rest of it also tracks, though he can’t help but compare his own preferences to theirs. He doesn’t think he could sit still a majority of the year, only traveling in summertime, much as the concept intrigues the hell out of him.

I don’t plan to join or anything, so I don’t want to bother her, he hedges in response to Sunchaser’s repeated offer. I mean, I’d love to hear more about it, but I don’t want to waste anybody’s time. Although… Bushtit says, trailing off with a thoughtful expression.