Wild Berry Meadow dig that hole, forget the sun

Titmouse had nothing to contribute to the conversation, besides it wasn't his place to do so. Yet when the wolves spoke the name of one of his assailants, he could not help the grimace which formed upon his face - Vaati. The ghost had suffered because of him. Thinking of the horrid creature reminded Tit of the trio of sisters that seemed to always be on that man's heel; his expression darkens, and he must step away from the gathering to compose himself.