Heron Lake Plateau he's chatting with my rare coin guy.

It did please her when Fig emptied the tank outdoors rather than indoors: less cleanup for her. "Good boy," she said, following the verbal phrase with the signs. She then reached out one foreleg to pat him on the head.

Just then, Fen popped out of the den, catching the Beta's attention. She saw the girl stumble, then sit abruptly, and though Towhee couldn't hear the sound she made—nor did she possess motherly instincts, really—but she nonetheless sensed an issue and stepped over Fig again to make her way over to Fen.

"Ow?" she guessed, bending to peer at Fen's teeny, tiny peets. "Where does it hurt?" she asked, aware that Fen might not understand. With her head held this way, they were within a few inches and she could look quite directly into the pup's milky eyes.