Shadewood Do these tacos taste funny to you?

sure!

As Tegan and Colt left, she watched them go for a moment, before she turned her head and walked forward into the rain alongside Towhee. The weather was disgusting, and certainly didn't help with tracking. Even when they were sheltered by the woodlands, the rain fell a bit less on them, but when water did hit Niamh it was in great, wet droplets, created by the water that collected together on the leaves before falling down in a massive raindrop. She winced and squinted whenever one landed squarely on her muzzle, sending a little spray of water into her eyes. This was miserable.

Towhee made a fair point, and she nodded in response. -Sure would, if he's thinking ahead that much.- She signed. Screech hadn't been himself- and she wasn't entirely sure how much conscious thought he was capable of anymore. In a moment of vulnerability, she ashamedly continued signing. -I just don't get it though. How did he end up like this, but I'm fine? I mean, he hit me as hard as I hit him.- She said, frowning. It simply didn't make sense- she'd gotten off relatively easy, even if she had suffered days and days of headaches. She hadn't gone into a coma, or suffered brain damage- but he somehow had.