Broken Antler Fen and every day is getting straighter,

Oh! Tambourine thought when he realized his mistake. So this was one of the Blackthorns, after all, a carefree and mischievous sort according to Wraen. They would probably get along well, although Tambourine had happily crossed off "adventurous" from his own list of descriptors lately. And "rambunctious" probably didn't apply much anymore either, although...

"Would you gents like to race?" he pitched, apropos of nothing, still a little winded from his run. "Winner gets..." Well, he wasn't sure of a good prize. His silver eyes bounced between Arcturus and Jackalope, brow lifting invitingly. Might one of them have a good suggestion?