Sun Mote Copse cannot help you now

When Towhee spotted a flourish of sandy fur coming her way from inside the copse, she spun on a heel and raised her eyebrows. She was in the middle of a patrol. What did Meerkat want? She wasn't unhappy to see her daughter, who was freshly "un-grounded," she was just surprised. The Regent's brow furrowed, a question forming on her lips before the youth preemptively answered it.

-Someone howled from the borders!- the breathless pup signed. Towhee noticed she didn't bother speaking, too busy panting. Her brows arched even more, a slow smile spreading across her face. She nodded her head, then reached forward to nuzzle the kid's cheek.

-"Thanks for the heads up, kiddo,"- Towhee said, then paused. Before she could tell Meerkat she should head back, the youngster grinned and took off back the way she had come. A relieved breath escaped the mother, who didn't necessarily want to take her growing child to meet a possibly dangerous stranger.

When she arrived, she saw that Bronco had already beaten her there. Towhee made her approach but did not speak, simply flanking the yearling and eyeing the stranger in stony silence, head and tail rigid to denote her rank. He was large, with white fur and a darkening nape that sort of reminded her of the Blackthorns. His eyes, she noted, were a shade of orange not unlike her own.