Wild Berry Meadow we are not the weight of all our memories.

Her reaction wasn't what he expected. Then again, he didn't know what he was expecting. She spun around all sticky-uppy, big-teethy, kinda badass, and then upon realizing it was him, ceased everything. Her scathing tone was more surprising than any of the aforementioned displays and upon hearing it, Titmouse shrank back and down; his instincts pulled him to the dirt for a minute or two.

Wanna go! He responded, his voice a little shakey but otherwise.. very Titmouse, booming out of him with the strange rasp he'd been born with. I-sorry, thought.. Thought you were Lagan. His ears slicked back and he pouted; but he got up and idled a little bit rather than mope in the dirt, staring down at the soil then behind himself at the trees - wondering what he should do. Then it dawned on him that Liffey was far from home - that they both were - and he turned to her again to say, Why are you here?