"Punk." Everglow's wispy voice catches Splatter's ear, and they pause in their step, Flume also stalling up short. "Hmm...?" "There are three strangers rifling through our shit." Splatterpunk pushed themselves forward, slipping up beside Everglow on the rise of rock. Behind them, Happenstance, ears flicking nervously, and Obstruction, head tilted to one side pushed up to eye the situation below too. A bay pearl colored courser was directing it - a yellow and teal...

Arsenic was picking his way across the caverns, on the way back towards the Gray Wings' nest. His packs were loaded to the brim with herbs and compounds, glasses and vials - so he walked slow and steady, never jostling anything too much. There was a red dun mare in the middle of the slightly worn path ahead. He frowned, and considered routing around. He didn't like to talk when he was set on a task. He LOATHED it. However there was no easy way around that she couldn't verbally pester h...