Redhawk Caldera maybe we can live with our sins.

Towhee stared at Finley's face as she spoke. She could pick out a word here or there, though most of it went right over her head. She was still young, so this didn't bother her much beyond a mildly confused and frustrated furrow of her brow. Her godmother effectively distracted her by lowering herself and splashing at the water. It transfixed the pup for a moment, the way the water shifted and undulated, then resettled into a smoothness so perfect that Towhee could see her own paws through the glassy surface.

Before it occurred to her to try splashing herself, Finley thrust her snout underwater and blew bubbles. Towhee's eyes flew wide and her mouth fell ajar. She immediately made to sniff and lick the froth, though the little suds immediately popped. Soon they were gone altogether. She turned her wide, glimmering eyes on Finley. Though she didn't mouth any words or make any signs, everything about her body language screamed for, "More!"