"Just to make sure nobody goes digging it up." There was a prickling in Stoatpaw's voice.
There almost always was, a mild hostility, but this was ever so slightly different.
Recognition.
From where, Stoatpaw couldn't say, but it knew it was there and it didn't like it.
"Jaywing, we're done, right? Should we be going?"

(I forgor. In the morning.)

(OMG HI YEAH I BLANKED LEMME UH GET BACK TO YA RQ)

(yup. things are winding down, still just kinda stuck on writing. one day brain will be braining again i promise o7)

(sorry for slow responses, in a bit of writers block atm so I might just be a while. School is being so mean to me /silly)