Sun Mote Copse Mad world.

Night fell, the temperature dropping. The crescent mood hid behind a curtain of clouds, thickening the darkness. Towhee couldn't help but wonder if this was what it was like being @Fennec, even as she roved the copse in search of her daughter. She could still see, although everything was very dim, draped in shadows, all the details blurred. And, of course, Towhee was entirely deaf to the soft chorus of cicadas, crickets and spring peepers.

She reached the far edge of the territory, where the river ran along the foot of the mountain. It was back to its usual breadth and depth, the evidence of last month's flooding already fading. Especially in the dark, Towhee could hardly make out anything but the subtle glint on the flowing water. She roamed to its edge and took a seat, sighing out a breath that turned visible right before her eyes.