Valley of Gold Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me

Nah, not exactly, Foxglove rejoined with a friendly swish of her tail, taking a few steps closer. Well, I'm kinda stayin' here. But I'm not gonna chase you off. That's not a great way to make friends.

Name's Foxglove, she added, eyes bright on the stranger. Rusty Foxglove Medeiros. But uh, Foxglove is fine. Or Rusty, or Fox. Just don't call me Glove, yeah? Someone had tried that once; she hadn't cared for it.