Luneshale Pass don’t ask me how i did it, i just did it, it was hard

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He kisses his mom’s cheek before he leaves. Bushtit isn’t sure if he’ll swing by again or get back to roaming after he pays his padre a visit. He knows Towhee understands, though he wrestles with a small measure of guilt as he lopes south. She’s lost two old friends recently, he knows, even if one has technically been dead for half a year…

Somewhere just pass the mesa, he smells something unmistakable. Bushtit follows the scent like a heat-seeking missile. Even though he’s underage, the she-wolf he tracks down doesn’t seem to mind. They never do. She’s a little young for his tastes—she’s no older than four—but he enjoys himself.

When they part, he continues toward the pass. He pulls up at his dad’s place smelling like wharf nut and smiling like a Cheshire cat. Bushtit takes a second to smooth some mussed fur before howling an hola to @Soto.

sorry to crash! just having her say helloo

Leto is looking for excuses to wander these days, often finding herself traipsing the borders of the pass while she knows her children are safe within. About to turn back, a familiar howl keeps her from the den for a while longer.

Bushtit! How have you been? She calls a greeting to the boy, approaching him at a casual trot. At his strange smell and all to smug smile she raises an eyebrow, but is quick to brush it off. Whatever he was doing before he got here, it isn't her business.

Is your mother well? Assuming he has seen her, of course.

Lauren, please don’t hesitate to throw Soto in here anytime!

Although she’s not his padre, his eyes light up when Leto appears in the middle distance. His tail swings as she trots toward him. She asks after mother and son, earning a smile from Bushtit. His eyes pan over her—pausing very briefly on her midsection, pudgier than he remembers—before tracking back to her face.

-“Hey, we’re both swell,”- he tells her with a huff of laughter, remembering to sign for exposure. -“How about you? How are things here?”-

She smiles at the sight of his signs, thinking back to their lesson -I'm good too!- Simple, but she had to start somewhere. Verapaz had been alright, a little scuffle with a cougar but otherwise it's all quiet over here.

I know you're here to see your dad, but I wanted to ask where your mom's been these days? She asked, a nearly coy smile painting her expression. I wanted to visit her, after I shake off the baby fat. The woman had given some damn good advice during her pregnancy, and outside of plain showing off.. she needed some help. Leto knew by now that Delos was different, just not exactly in the way she expected.

His eyes widen when she casually mentions a cougar—and not the kind Bushtit likes. He figures she wouldn’t mention it so offhandedly if anyone had been seriously hurt, though before he can make further inquiries, Leto brings up Towhee again.

Oh, that’s right! he blurts, blinking toward her pudge again. You had babies! How’s that going for ya?

He’s curious, though not that interested. He loves the act that results in babies, though he’s glad he’ll be shooting blanks for long time yet. Maybe he’ll change his mind in the meantime, though presently Bushtit can’t imagine having kids. He feels like they would be a big drag on his lifestyle and sends up a mental kudos to his madre.

She’s at the caldera these days, he makes sure to mention.

They're good! Apollo is real firey, and Delos looks just like his mama. She grinned, tail waving behind her. Your dad has been a big help with them, always keeping an eye out. More than either of her boy's sire's had done for them.

The caldera. She would note that for later, more than likely she had passed by it before.

I'll leave you to meet with Soto. Come visit me soon, alright? She taps his head with her tail as she trots away. She has a trip to plan.

Lauren, I know you’re busy, so I’m gonna archive this and hopefully have one another time!

The remark about his dad catches him by surprise momentarily, though it makes sense that Soto would keep an eye on her young. Wait, did he sire them? That would make them half-siblings. Bushtit shifts his weight, trying to remember if he’s already asked her this before.

Before he can consider inquiring (again?), she departs. Bushtit’s mouth opens and closes. He looks around, then shrugs to himself and begins wandering along the perimeter of the pass. He guesses he’ll find the Segundo on border patrol. Even if they don’t say much else, he won’t leave until he finds his padre to at least check in and say hola.