
Smoldering Ember took all morning cleaning up his mangrove root den and pushing all his things to one side of the interior so that he could make room for Sun-Cursed and her familiars. The rear of the den would still be for his food stores which he made sure to remind himself to boast to her about when she arrived later.
From previous experience, he knows that her bunny is a little rambunctious and her feathered serpent can be quite overprotective of her. Beyond those two, she's warned him of a few other smaller creatures under her care, numbering about a dozen or so in total. It seems a lot, but he has a spacious area under the mangrove roots and he knew that he would be happy just to share it with someone.
Regardless, that many critters would definitely be a chore just between the two of them, so he decided to bring his own familiars. Night Strike and Grove Guardian came to him without needing persuasion or taming. It was like they felt they belonged with him and he just let them stay. In between the both of them, they could hunt enough food to feed even him. More often than not, he would be forced to give away food they hunt because it would be too much for the three of them and he would no longer have any space in his food stores. Now that Sun-Cursed is moving in with her menagerie of little friends, he's more than confident that he can keep them all fed properly at least.

Night Strike is used to outrunning fast prey; today her job is to chase down any of Sun-Cursed's more wily familiars and herd them back to the group during the move. Grove Guardian is large and imposing. Almost the size of a regular sized kin himself, today he's going to use his size and reach to make sure the all of Sun-Cursed's critters travel in a manageable group.

With both of his own trustworthy familiars with him and ready to do what needs to be done, he was sure that this move would go smoothly.
Arriving at Sun-Cursed's most recent temporary shelter at about sundown, what greeted him was a lean-to of sorts made of old tree trunks covered in large leaves. The ground around it is lousy with tracks and drag marks and there seems to be a small hullabaloo happening inside.
He comes up to just in front of what he assumes is the entrance and calls out, "Sun-Cursed? I'm here. Are you ready to head out?"