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At Knapweed's call, the totoma rose with a nod and came to stand behind and to one side of the scout leader. He shifted his weight slowly from hoof to hoof as he stood, listening dispassionately to the conversations around him. Walking, even around the flower festival, was better than sitting still, at least.

Another kin had followed Wintershadow on his sudden trek away from the Vale. Though he had left his authority in Wood Spider's hands, nothing had stopped her daughter, Honey Trap, from following the Caretaker. And so she had -- and so she is the one to intervene when Shed This Life leaves the poor lost buck in the middle of the clearing, looking hopeless.

She raises her eyebrows up at the buck, minding her step around the cheetah, and then peers at the branch, speaking in a good-natured, friendly tone. "Where on earth did you find that? You'll want to show it to Bird and Wintershadow."







The buck so named is currently looking over Knapweed and Whisper, who need no direction, and the totoma, who apparently does. It is all he can do to avoid any of his irritation leak through onto his facial expression. Shadow is known for being placid, easygoing; he hopes this can continue. His voice rises above the murmur of the tribe, a clear tenor that even in the early morning crowd turns a few heads: "Totoma, go with Knapweed and Whisper. You've got a good loud voice. Go strike up some conversations, see what you can find."

"Of course, father. A walk would be lovely."

Whisper caught the glance and nod from the red kiokote, and pleased that everything was going well she nodded back with a smile. If he needed anything there were plenty of others about that could give him and the zikwa a helping hoof.

Turning her full attention to the two scouts at her side Whisper's main purpose now was making sure they had a plan of attack. So to speak. "We should make a pass through the whole festival first." Her throat hurt already from trying to talk over the background din. "Then, if anything seems amiss, make note of it and investigate properly?" It seemed like the obvious course, but Whisper hated going into things without double and triple checking everything.

"Totoma," she used the non-name as the start of a request. "If you could call Undertone over that would be very appreciated. It seems she's in need of a walk as well."

((Gotta switch tenses, brain can't handle present at the moment. <3 ))

"I no, it's just..." He was being edged away from the tribe area and the festival and that seemed to make him even more nervous. "I heard you wanted sick plants. You don't need to help, it's okay." The Zikwa stopped moving, blinking rapidly. "I don't believe anything has changed, except for them all being dead now. Do you really want to go? It's quite far..."

The totoma, from where he stood at what he thought a respectful distance from Knapweed, looked between Wintershadow and Whisper, silently but with some amusement. "In but a moment, sir," he rumbled quietly, and turned to fill Whisper's request.

Rather than yelling across the clearing, he paced to Undertone's side, bowed his head, and said, "Miss Whisper sends her respects and asks if you'd like to join her, miss Knapweed and I on a walk about the festival." Whatever purpose that may serve, he leaves unsaid. "If you wish to accompany us, you should follow me," he concludes before turning about and walking back to Knapweed.

This time he stands almost close enough to touch her, if he really reaches. He almost looks wryly over his shoulder at Wintershadow, but even in his sour mood, he knows that such a gesture would be entirely too disrespectful. He contents himself with a short but heavy sigh.