Redhawk Caldera maybe we can live with our sins.

Towhee grew so excited for more bubbles that she began hopping from foot to foot—or, well, trying. The fact that she was standing in water hampered the movement a bit, resulting in sloshing and waves. The pup stilled, watching the way the fluid sluiced around her legs. Gradually, it stopped churning and grew more placid again. It was entirely fascinating.

The water wasn't calm for long. Finley repeated her earlier antics, blowing an even larger wreath of bubbles. Towhee squealed, simultaneously snapping and batting at the cluster of see-through orbs. They disappeared rapidly and soon they were all gone again. Towhee let out a loud huff, glancing up at her godmother questioningly now. Why wouldn't the bubbles stay so she could play with them more?