Sun Mote Copse World war freestyle.

Whether or not it was the same wolf Towhee had known briefly (and what felt like many lifetimes ago), she sent up a silent thanks before refocusing on the conversation at hand. Others had encouraged Fen to pursue a trade, though it sounded like she didn't appreciate being boxed in by their suggestions. Towhee's nostrils flared a little on her daughter's behalf, though she knew these pointers had surely come from a good place.

"You can do anything you want," Towhee insisted, aware that some trades would be nearly impossible for the blind youth to master but seeing no reason she shouldn't try if that's what she wanted to do. "You should join me on some patrols once I'm on my feet again. This is our home for the time-being and I want to help protect it. Plus, it'll be kind of nice to have proper borders to walk again. Never thought I'd miss the rounds, but I do." The pass had made things simpler, certainly, but Towhee knew now that such an arrangement was as much a curse as a blessing.