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Once his and the others sleeping spots are ready he will thank Jordek, and Indendien. He will watch Jordek work in the branches, if he can follow him up into the tree.

Jordek will work on his nest while Nocturno watches (providing he can get up the tree) and tries to answer what questions may come his way.

Indendien nods at Jordek's reply, Wise words, forest brother. I will share with you all I can on this. She takes a moment to share some of the basic methods used by the elves, most of which are not strictly necessary for one so small as he; but he retains the knowledge nevertheless.

The halfings seem to have some idea how to proceed, but Arac in particular is having some difficulty. Hammart has the gist of it, and aids his friend. Fiz mutters something about finding a 'decent burrow', but settles for one of the abandoned shelters. Galegenoh has all the appearance of knowing exactly what to do but halts his work at intervals; alternating between stunned wonder and hesitant progress as he nervously verifies he is not transgressing with each piece of brush he collects for his shelter.

Katten chooses a young evergreen with low hanging branches near her wild-elven friends. She has hardly any work to do at all aside from building up a little brush before the tree. Carefully she cuddles her pup beneath the boughs of the tree, utterly concealed from everyone. Gingerly she removes his bandages to find the healing waters of the spring had washed away his wounds this morning! She pets him and offers comforting words and affirmations. Young dran nuzzles his mother and lets out a deep, relaxing huff as he settles down for a nap.

Jordek, Nocturno and Indendien pitch in with the others before turning to the High elf's shelter. The pair of forest-dwelling demihumans assist Nocturno in the construction of it, and in short order the lean-to is complete. Chitt finds a suitable tree nearby for the forest Gnome, and scampers up. The bole of the hardwood is hollow for four-times the height of the gnome, and wide enough to accommodate him. An opening where a large branch rotted and broke away long ago provides a natural window. A few spruce branches and intertwined narrow willow limbs make a suitable platform and bed for Jordek just inside the opening above. Nocturno manages to navigate the limbs enough to get a good view of the work. A good choice. she says with an approving grin. That should keep the giant owls from mistaking you for an evening snack. She calls up, perhaps in jest?

(I meant follow as in with his eyes lol, all good)

Nocturno will watch quietly. When Jordek is settled he will ask:
"How long have you known Signa?"

Katten lays snugged with her cub for a short while before leaving his resting form to find Dillsoel.

"I am not used to all these people, I wish to run free... yet I cannot." She explains in hushed tones to the Elf.

He grins at the giant owl remark and replies "Keeping the owls away is easy, I just have to point out to them that much meatier morsels are down below. If that doesn't work, well lets just say that sometimes your snack bites back."

He looks over at Nocturno and hesitates a moment before replying. "It's been around a century now, how about yourself?"

He will find it hard to conceal any surprise, he would not have guessed the gnome to be that old. "I have known him since I was but a child. Almost that long, maybe a decade less. Has your part of the Forest started to feel the pressure from this blight?"

Katten settles Dran in to rest and moves off to find Dillosel. The Wild-elf woman is finishing her conversation with the young elf who spoke up earlier. He moves off into the forest, a purposeful look to his face, just before the Felis ranger reaches them. Her friend listens to her concerns, I see... she nods. Yes, while we are all children of the forest your path is much more... individual. Perhaps you could join one of the patrols, or make your own? Akingwios would have no issues I think, especially since this area is so near your home.

Nocturno and Jordek begin their chat. Before long they notice Arac and Hammart have come to stop near the tree, having their own conversation. Likewise Galegenoh wanders over, looking around as if he has no idea what to do next, but gravitating towards those slightly more familiar to him.

"I will listen to the story, then leave my things, will you watch them?" She asks waiting to say more but holding back. "We will find him. I promise." She grins her toothy grin and strokes the Elfs hand, "Others not Feliz, they do not understand the call of the wild." Releasing her reluctantly the Cat Woman steps back.

'If your hide is cold. Come to me, I will warm you up." She announces and steps away, heading to Akingwios.

Nocturno will notice the others, and climb down.
"How are you all fairing?"

"Katten restless." The small Feliz answers.

[lol. thx for the nudge got distracted]

Dillosel thanks her friend with a wordless hug.
Katten sets off to find Akinwios, and quickly locates hiim. You have a question in your eyes, Guardian. he says quietly.


Back at the tree, Nocturno calls down to the others. The halflings kind of look around and Arac shrugs. Well, camps like this aren't really my thing, I'm more of a city dweller myself... I dunno. Just not sure what I need to be doing? Hammart chuckles and nudges him, He's not a wanderer like me, he smiles, I'm used to the great outdoors but haven't spent much time south of the rift. I'm kind of curious about it, but it seems to be getting dangerous about.

The tribal human just shifts his feet and looks about nervously as if he were a child in a room full of important adults, trying to behave himself but not really knowing what to do. He likely trails along with the Halflings because they are less intimidating to him than everyone else around.

"I wish to run with the Scouts this evening. To run free.. as the forest made me. Would this be acceptable to the tribe?" She asks with a head bowed in reverence.

Akingwios nods, I see... You know this area well, guardian. Your step falls in tune with the forest. You are welcome to join the patrols if you wish.

"Thank you." She bows. "I will run as my ancestors did, as the Forest expects." With that she moves back to her hide and strokes Dran as the Young Wolf sleeps.