Redhawk Caldera Everyone dreams the words to long-forgotten songs.

She spent more than a week recuperating at the oasis, alone except for the occasional passerby. Towhee didn’t bother with any of them except for @Kusuma and a young wolf who’d stopped for a drink just yesterday. They’d chatted a bit and he’d ended up mentioning a few names she recognized. When he asked her to pass along a message, Towhee finally felt driven enough to head back north.

Now she stood at the foot of the caldera, a few pounds lighter than she’d been when visiting @Killdeer just a few weeks ago. Towhee had overcome the infection but at a pretty steep cost. She knew she needed to find somewhere safe to convalesce a while longer, preferably not entirely left to her own devices.

But that wasn’t here at the caldera. She was here for another reason, although she wouldn’t mind seeing her grandson again, or @Seal if she was still here. But when Towhee raised her voice and sent up a low howl—so different from her obnoxiously robust caterwaul—it was for someone she’d never even met: @Amalia.