Hideaway Strath Vapnatak.

Another wolf may not have noticed the slight sag, yet Towhee was more attentive when it came to body language. She licked her lips, wondering at Wraen's discomfiture. Although she answered the mercenary's question, then asked one of her own, the Kilonova felt as though she should let the wanderer be on her way. Towhee wasn't one for small talk anyway.

-"I've met and seen him, presumably, but there's billions of them and they all have a dozen ridiculous names each,"- Towhee scoffed lightly. -"My kids are doing just fine, probably because they have totally normal and easy names: Fig and Fen."- One of her white-streaked shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, intuiting that Wraen wasn't particularly interested in the details beyond that.

-"Well,"- she said in the next beat, -"you said you had no plans to stay or visit, so I'll let you go. Nice meeting you, Wraen,"- the Kilonova said with a dip of her snout and a little wry smile, -"again."-