Stone Circle Scooty woop.

It was probably just a figment of her imagination (snort) but Towhee could’ve sworn she smelled her eldest son’s scent as she strode through Fox’s Glade. She stopped and squinted, nostrils quivering as she tried to pinpoint it. She ended up peering southward, so she slowly walked in that direction and found herself approaching a cluster of boulders.

That was curious enough, though the markers of a pack was what really struck Towhee. Was it possible @Figment was living here? Now that there were so many scents, she couldn’t be sure at all—not that she’d been certain in the first place—but she couldn’t leave without at least asking.

She sent up an inquisitive howl, the sound of it apparently awful enough to earn a nip from the young bat currently attached to the back of her neck. The sensation made Towhee smile, since it was more ticklish than anything, and mutter an apology to the large-eared pipistrelle.