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Towhee didn't seem bothered by the water - at least not after she'd managed to right herself. Fin quirked a brow as the girl became acquainted with the wetness, even smirked at the look she was given. She seemed uncertain, but not afraid. She was curious more than anything, or so Finley surmised. "This is water," Fin explained, bemused, "You've met it before. You drink it and then you pee it. The clouds can pee it down on us too, only it's somehow more acceptable when they do it than when we pee on each other."

Fin stepped around her goddaughter to stand facing her in the water. She crouched and reached out a paw to slap lightly at the at the water's surface, making a splash. She watched Towhee's face for a reaction, wondering to herself how in the world she was supposed to make the world make sense to this puppy without being able to say things aloud. On a whim, Finley stuck her muzzle down beneath the surface of the stream and blew hard out of her nose, causing bubbles to erupt on the surface of the stream. Maybe she couldn't teach, but with any luck, she could at least entertain.