Lost Creek Hollow we were born in the valley

terance didn't expect to hear a call at the borders. it'd be quiet, lately, ever since his run in with jackalope. his ears flicked, noting the comment and feeling quite shocked. maybe a little blindsided... but, what could he expect? ibis was his daughter, after all. she just didn't strike him as the... leadership type. but he'd never admit that out loud.

the stone made his way to the borders, interested to see who had been sent to his borders -- why his daughter hadn't come to visit him herself. oh well, he wouldn't make a fuss of it.

the stranger stood across from him as terance came through the trees, pausing before him. his stature was tall, firm as ever, his nose twitching. sure enough, he could find ibis among the scents mixed on this mans pelt -- he relaxed a bit. terance, he greeted bluntly, welcome to the hollow. he lips curved gently into a smile, ears cupping forward. what news does ibis have for me? he asks.