Broken Antler Fen Between two points.

Only as she pondered about leaving the fen to hunt for Fen did Towhee realize they shared a nickname. She chuckled quietly to herself, though the sound cut off as she refocused her attention on what Wraen was saying as she led her guest toward some woods over yonder. She didn't quite know where she was going with this naming business, though the tale quickly grew somber when she mentioned the fates of her siblings. Wraen didn't seem particularly melancholy as she imparted this information, though Towhee's lips couldn't help but slide into a slight frown.

A moment later, she surprised herself with another chuckle, louder this time, at her friend's off the cuff remark. "I, uh, appreciate that," Towhee quipped in reply before adding, a little more soberly, "And I think that's a great sentiment, about naming landmarks after loved ones. We've done that in the past as well," though of course they'd left a lot of those makeshift monuments behind in old territories. She would have to think whether she knew of any memorials at the caldera, from back in the day.

"I'm sorry to hear about your brother and sister. Do you know what happened to Terance?" Towhee asked quietly. She might not have asked if Wraen seemed particularly wretched about it but she didn't, so she gave in to her curiosity. Of course, if her friend didn't want to linger on the sad topic, Towhee would gladly redirect their attention back to their hunt.