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Foxfire Dance's hooves all but glided with practiced ease over sodden earth and around twisted roots and muddy pitfalls. She drifted toward the more populated and hospitable areas of the swamp around festival times, but for the most part she tread around the edge of the places where other Kin normally went. This was her home.

She paused in her travel, letting free a harsh sounding bugle into the dim light of murky gray dawn. It was as close as she came to the screeching cries of the owlcats she'd grown up with, and it was her Brother she was seeking now. He'd come home when he was good and ready, she knew... but she couldn't help a bit of worry. He'd been gone for four cycles of the sun already, and normally he was back within a day or two when he went on his longer forays. Foxfire Dance was no longer comfortable with waiting silently for his return.

She waited a moment and recieved no answer and so proceeded onward. She would try near one of his other old haunts, and then another, and hopefully she would find him before this fifth day was gone.

Foxfire Dance paused at the sound of an unfamiliar voice behind her; though really, there' weren't many voices she could say were familiar to her, could she? She swiveled her head around to face the source, briefly perplexed by his question. "Noise?"

After another moment her brow unfurled. "Oh, this?" She turned and made her peculiar screeching bugle again, ears and eyes flitting around just in case she received the response she seemed to be seeking. But all had fallen momentarily silent at the unfamiliar cry except for the ever present hum of insects. The doe stamped a hoof in frustration. "Stupid Brother, when I find him I am dragging him home and sitting on him. Leave me wondering where he went for four sun-cycles. Prat probably found a pretty tail to chase and forgot about his sister..."

She continued grumbling to herself for a moment, hopping onto a higher mangrove root to have another look around as if that would make a difference. Then she paused and turned back to the buck. "He's usually only gone over night when he goes out." She sat and sighed to herself, her tail flicking around like an agitated cat. "I don't suppose you've seen any owlcats wandering around?"