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Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot at the body shop, doin’ somethin’ unholy. - Towhee - April 24, 2025
It started off as a fishing expedition. After an hour, she was soaking wet and had nothing to show for it. Towhee heaved a long-suffering sigh, then waded out a little further before sinking beneath the surface. Only her head remained abovewater as she kicked her legs. Soon the bottom dropped away and she began cruising the caldera like some sort of crocodile.
She felt something slippery brush her leg and muttered. But she smiled. Maybe she couldn’t catch any fish right now, though she was rather enjoying this swim. Had it always been so fun, so freeing, to float about in open water? Towhee couldn’t remember ever enjoying it so much. Maybe it was because gravity could be so hard on her aging body, whereas she presently felt so pleasurably weightless.
She only exited the water when her limbs grew tired and heavy, reminding her of aforementioned age. Towhee waded onto the shore, gave herself a big old shake, and glanced longingly toward the Hobbit Hole. She could use a nap after that, though she hated to return home empty-handed after setting out with one goal in mind: feed Amalia.
Towhee strolled toward the hillock, passing the den and the tree growing above it. She crested the old volcano’s rim, peering down at Haunted Woods stretching away toward the southern horizon. Reasonably sure she could catch small game of some sort, she began her descent.
As the ground leveled out beneath her broad paws and she headed into the woods, the Redhawk did her best to ignore how sore she felt, focusing on the hunt.
Maybe @Ridgeback? But wide open! :)
RE: Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot at the body shop, doin’ somethin’ unholy. - Ridgeback - April 24, 2025
ridgeback catches wind of her scent before he hears the sound of pawsteps—faint, yes, but sure-footed despite the drag of age that clings to them. he follows, not to crowd her, but because his own hunt brings him near. the woods ahead hold promise, and so does the quiet determination in the trail she leaves behind.
when she comes into view, framed by the shifting light beneath the canopy, ridgeback gives a low chuff.
you smell like lakewater and regret,he says with a grin, trotting to close the distance.
he keeps pace beside her, gaze sweeping the underbrush as he speaks.
you get anything, or just wrestle a few fish for the thrill?his eyes flick sideways once—sharp, quick—just enough to catch the strain in her gait.
RE: Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot at the body shop, doin’ somethin’ unholy. - Towhee - April 28, 2025
There were so many promising scents here. Towhee rolled to a stop, sniffing at the air and trying to suss out a promising lead. Finding several, she began to move again only for someone to abruptly glide alongside her. She tensed, sidestepping to a halt as her lip lifted in instinctive displeasure.
She glared at Ridgeback for a beat before smoothing her expression and coaxing the stiffness from her muscles. He probably didn’t realize, so she would be happy to inform him of the error of his ways. Towhee’s tail switched as she also took a moment to parse the few words she’d managed to catch.
If I’d caught anything, I wouldn’t be here,she said,
and by the way, I’m deaf. Sneak up on me again at your own peril.Her lips twitched into a smile to show she was mostly playing.
And make sure I can see your face when you speak to me. I read lips.
She didn’t give him a chance to react before she began moving again. Towhee angled her face so she’d know to look when he responded, though she still concentrated on putting out her proverbial feelers. She would not go home empty-handed.