Night was just starting to fall on Fangroot and as such Switchfoot had only just awoken. The dark furred little bat clung by one foot to a rail on the bridge that connected her new home to others in the area. She'd not really had time to explore yet and this area of Fangroot was one she had not been too before her mother's death and her own subsequent being taken to Zephra's. After she was able to catch a meal Switch would thoroughly investigate though, she wanted to know her home properly as well as all the tribe members she'd call neighbors.

Laird paced back and forth on his balcony going over the hunting rules again in between answering questions about what he'd been up to while Switchfoot was asleep. He disliked being interrupted when he was talking but the falcon supposed it wouldn't hurt to satisfy his ward's curiosity.