It's been a long time since Tobias has seen an Andalite. So long, that he actually has to come in pretty close to recognize his uncle, fluttering in for a landing on a nearby branch. <Aren't you supposed to be off hunting a blade ship?> he whispers, preening the feathers on one wing.

He hasn't even bothered trying to morph since arrival, so he has no idea that he's stuck, again. Not that he particularly minds, just yet.