Bramblepoint Dump her on a doorstep

He couldn't help feeling relieved when Moke retreated. She was much too strange looking for him, for now.

Delos didn't recognise the names of any of the plants listed off, but he was happy to tag along nonetheless. Sort of hard to learn otherwise.

Trailing behind at Aureli's hip, he couldn't help but be reminded of Soto as they began marking parts of the forest. The segundo had always done it with such swagger, though Delos hadn't understood the importance until he was older, especially since his brother had began to try and replicate it just about everywhere.

When Aureli spoke next, Delos was glad he thought to grab his attention first. Tone mattered little when you couldn't hear it, so he was able to take Aureli as being conversational. No, I was only there for a little while. He responded, tail swishing gently behind him. It was supposed to be safer for me. Way less sun, and there's a woman there who can't hear either - I was supposed to learn from her. She and my mom got into a fight, though. Delos hadn't been sure what to think of it. They really hadn't stayed long enough for him to decide if he liked the caldera.

I was born in a pack in the lowlands. We both miss it, but it's just too hot - not just for me, my mom won't say it but it got to her too. It would be impossible to avoid with her thick coat. It hadn't thinned quick enough for the months she was there, and seemed to puff back up the moment they left.