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Fenn's eyes had opened a bit ago, because I wrote that and completely forgot that I wrote it.  The day after her mother died, to be precise, but the experience had been pretty unremarkable.  Same den, same stubby legs, same brother, same weird big presence.  The wierd big presence now had a shape though, as did her brother, and it was for some reason interacting.  Sometimes she wanted to go places and it stopped her.  This was irritating.

When it left, she began to move again, turning to make a bid for freedom.  Only to end up nose to nose with her brother, who blinked back, having finally caught up.  She yipped... c'mon, lets go!  But nope.  Instead Towhee was back depositing food.  Alright, she could spare a second for a snack before escaping.  She nosed her way over to eat the amazing not-gross-at-all fare in front of her.