Heron Lake Plateau Give the girl a gold star

She didn't comprehend immediately, staring at Niamh for a beat and trying to make sense of her girlish bashfulness. Then it clicked and Towhee couldn't resist; she rolled her eyes, albeit affectionately. "Ask for what?" she quipped, voice dry but expression fondly sarcastic. "Anal?" She clicked her tongue and laughed to herself, shaking her head. "You're such a dork, Niamh. But I'm happy for you," she added, because it was true: anything that made her Person happy made Towhee happy too, even despite her earlier misgivings about the pairing.

She focused on devouring the rabbit, her thoughts starting to swirl a bit again as she fed. Guess this means Niamh will be an official Blackthorn sooner than later, Towhee mused, chewing loudly as she regarded her golden-furred friend. A thought struck her, one which was decidedly bittersweet, and she found it tough to swallow her mouthful of meat. She wanted to think about the idea before she gave voice to it, even to her Person.

Finished, the Beta pushed the rinds aside and stretched out her forelegs. "Want to go for a walk? It'll be slow going but I really gotta practice with the bum leg."