Tilting his head through the information funneling through, he briefly snorted at the insinuation of ‘got it’. Would you be able to close the window? presuming that’s how the birds had gotten in – and the draft wandering about the house – figuring they’d at least cease and desist on one irritating bout of animals for the time being. Nova wouldn’t find anything wholly remarkable in the next bedroom, but the bathroom had more feathers (a customary significance – one would have to wonder how long the ningo had loitered about), a stray bottle of shampoo, and then water remaining on the bottom of the tub, not yet fully drained.
As for the shrew regards, he sighed – noting that patch of fur didn’t match the one he’d found – either another dead end, or information tied to something else entirely. The hole might be crucial though, and he pondered over following down to the basement or letting Calypso carry on, if she could. Do you have a shift that would be able to follow it? Pausing, his eyes narrowed on the choices. If not, I suppose we could always try to close it up too. Eliminate another portion of the house rendered to the wildlife.
When naught came his way regarding his own speculative prowess, he circled back around the dining room table, and noted a bone, fallen from the table. Remnants of a meal, or something more sinister? It seemed chicken like, small, nothing belonging or insinuating a murder or other mayhem…but he was beginning to wonder what had truly been occupying this house.
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Deimos suggests some things and has found a chicken bone. Nova has found many other feathers and Calypso has some options.
As for the shrew regards, he sighed – noting that patch of fur didn’t match the one he’d found – either another dead end, or information tied to something else entirely. The hole might be crucial though, and he pondered over following down to the basement or letting Calypso carry on, if she could. Do you have a shift that would be able to follow it? Pausing, his eyes narrowed on the choices. If not, I suppose we could always try to close it up too. Eliminate another portion of the house rendered to the wildlife.
When naught came his way regarding his own speculative prowess, he circled back around the dining room table, and noted a bone, fallen from the table. Remnants of a meal, or something more sinister? It seemed chicken like, small, nothing belonging or insinuating a murder or other mayhem…but he was beginning to wonder what had truly been occupying this house.
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Deimos suggests some things and has found a chicken bone. Nova has found many other feathers and Calypso has some options.
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
