Hideaway Strath Svanrand.

He grinned, giving his friend a grin and a short nod to Towhee. He hoped nothing would backfire -- what was he thinking, of course it wouldn't.

His ears tilted to Towhee, listening readily. In truth, she looked worn. He'd probably spent too long out recruiting. And exploring. Hm.
"Of course." He smirked, tail swishing with his good mood. He wondered if they'd find anything interesting, like a raccoon or the likes. "Sleep well, bird." He couldn't help himself, really. Her name was literally Towhee and for a good reason like, look at her. He hoped now he wasn't about to get ripped up -- or farted on. Still not letting that go.