Sun Mote Copse i just pulled up to the studio and laid it on the line

The shout from behind startles him, causing him to bump his noggin on the doorway. Bushtit swears under his breath and rubs at his skull as he backpedals away from the threshold. The den is as familiar as it is empty. There’s no sign of his beloved blanket.

There’s nothing in there, he reports, grimacing at the pounding ache in his head. I’m really not surprised. It’s been a long time, he adds, shrugging. Thanks for letting me look, though.

They’re supposed to go see Keshi next, so Bushtit can learn more about the Summerwalkers. But what he really needs to do now is dunk his head in some cold water and then lie down somewhere. He shoots Sunchaser an apologetic look, even if a small part of him blames the other wolf for the mishap.

Man, I really bonked it. I think I need to go lie down, he admits. Thanks for the time, Sunchaser. I can see myself out.