Broken Antler Fen Indigo

He couldn't see the mouse from here, though he certainly recognized hunting behavior when he saw it. He continued watching in amusement, rooting for this stranger to make her tiny kill. But when she straightened up a few moments later, noticed him and approached, Tambourine saw that she was empty-handed.

"Hi!" he returned her amiable greeting, bowing his head respectfully. "Sorry for your loss." Realizing how that sounded, Tambourine snorted at himself and shook his head. "I meant your prey," he explained with a sheepish grin. "My name's Tambourine and I'm just sort of trolling around, finding out about the local packs. I grew up in the area but I haven't spent any time here in years. The whole scene has changed, as you might imagine." He clicked his tongue and wondered, "So, what's this place called?"