#quad-squad

She blinks awake blearily, a light sleeper as usual, and looks down at the little thing on her leg. A grub, but not one of hers. Her daughters were quietly sleeping between her front legs; unaware of the grub next to them. She smiled gently, lifting the grub into her arms. “Well hello there, little one. Where did you come from?”

Hitch spends almost every morning the same- picking up something to eat at Sutton’s tavern before he gets to work preparing for the night to come.

Ghost jumped a bit seeing the little vessel’s face peering at them from the dark hole. They chirp a bit and tilt their head. What was a vessel doing under their home?

“Why are you digging under home?”

The three landing in the town caught the eye of someone resting on the floor, near the mapmaker's. They simply looked up, shrugged, and continued to sit. Business was business. And if they had an issue they could take it up with them. Crook would handle it.

She glares at the wasp approaching, and she wonders if she caused a cave-in, would it technically not be her killing him? Fur stands on end and she imagines all the very painful things she would like to do to the one she once called a brother. Her mandibles click. "What. Do. You. Want." She folds her arms, fingers almost digging into the shell. "If the next few words you say don't give me pause, you better hope you can hold out against acid you bastard. I will drag you to the canyon myself if I must."

Tattle was getting sick of Babble running off without them. And since the younger of the two had hit their growth spurt, it was getting nigh impossible to go after them. They were stopped from admonishing them by the sight they'd both stopped at. Vessels? More had escaped? Babble whistled, waving at the possible friends and looking happy. Tattle just... stared on. Completely surprised.

Grimm could enter Aine’s dream by his own power so there was very little need for a dream nail of any size. He’d rather not have anyone disturb her sleep and wake her up mid-molt.