Redhawk Caldera maybe we can live with our sins.

If she could have heard and understood her godmother's words, Towhee likely would have leaped at the opportunity to rub her wet fur all over her beloved uncle. Instead, she merely squinted at Finley's mouth, very carefully concentrating on the exact movements. Before anything could process, the Alpha female turned and began to lead back the way they had come.

With a squawk, Towhee sprang after her aunt's retreating form, shivering slightly. It was warmer today but there was still a bit of a bite to the February air, which felt much colder on her damp pelt. Fortunately, it didn't take them long to return to the cave, where Finley nudged Towhee toward Elwood. Unbeknownst to her, the child enacted upon her godmother's earlier decree by rubbing all over him like a kitten before collapsing contently against his chest.