Sun Mote Copse Fire and gold.

Even without working ears, Towhee had sensed there was something quiet about the only boy. She thought of him fondly, though. The three girls possessed enough energy to keep all three parents on their toes, so having a particularly relaxed kid thrown into the mix was good balance.

When Phox questioned her about the caretaker's whereabouts, her lips pursed. -"I haven't seen him lately. He was very attentive for a bit, then he sort of disappeared. Maybe howl for him or find Weejay and ask her? She might know where to find him."- She offered an apologetic shrug, mind once more straying to the late Blackthorns.

Her mind wandered that melancholy plane for a moment before a thought struck her. -"I bet he spends a lot of time at the grave sites. Maybe start there."-