Sun Mote Copse seems every castle is made of sand

The situation only became stranger as it unfolded. Stiff with the tension in the air, he looked to Towhee, who was annoyed or upset at the prospect of the black stranger staying within their borders. It rankled him for some reason, and he pushed that familiar feeling down. He watched as she stalked off, and with a weary nod to Wraen, the Ostrega scooped up his prize, trotting after the woman who had blatantly disregarded him once more.

As she curled into a ball, losing herself to whatever ailed her, Pippin did not question it. Now, clearly, was not the time for the talk they needed to have, and so he left the pheasant for her, for when she would be ready for it. For now, he offered her space.