Sun Mote Copse Record scratch, freeze frame.

Niamh opted to summon her mate back to watch the pups, freeing the two of them to make their way to the borders together. They traveled there in companionable silence (or so Towhee assumed, knowing no difference), then turned and faced one another when they arrived at their parting point.

-"I'll come when I can,"- was Towhee's promise. There was so much that needed to take priority over another visit or even sending word, so she couldn't say when they'd meet again. She knew they would though. -"See ya, Niamh."- She reached out to touch her nose to her friend's muzzle, then turned and trotted back toward the plateau, the pain in her wounded shoulder flaring, growing worse with every step.