Emberwood How thick is wall?

His face creased in a big smile as she spoke, and nodded at her assessment (limited as it may be). Pyg listened closely to the brief story of her travels. She had done more wandering here than him, at least so it seemed. Was she a scout like her mother?

Weel, I ken yer mother's over the moon tae have ye back, Pygmalion said, glancing back at her with a grin. And I'm happy for anything that makes her happy—and ye seem like guid company, anyway. A wink, and then he faced forward again, padding into the forest.