Hideaway Strath On a couch of dogs

She never truly strayed too far, always bounding through the woods. Nebula knew she would not make a good guardian but she could still add her scent to their growing borders. Which was what she had been planning to do when the familiar Phox rang for them all. It seemed her grand idea of marking borders would have to be put on hold. Off she went to return to the rendezvous site.

The piebald female was willing to bet this was important if he had rang for all of them. For once she was not so keen on chattering away and asking a million questions. Even if that was partially because she was almost out of breath from getting here in a timely fashion.

All she offered was a grin towards Phox before she settled on the ground nearby.