Hideaway Strath I still press your letters to my lips.

I hope it's cool to set this in the middle of the night? If not, just let me know and I'll edit. :)

Towhee couldn't sleep. She hadn't really rested since before @Fennec's disappearance but she was particularly restless tonight. For want of anything better to do, she circled the grove, once, twice, thrice. On her third pass by their proverbial front porch, something drew her attention and she broke from her mindless pattern to approach the small lump positioned almost dead center of the stone corridor.

Her heart skipped a beat when she looked down at the small, pale form. But it wasn't her daughter. Now her heart sank. But Towhee reached out and tentatively nosed the body. It was a whelp. He was still warm, breathing. He looked very rough. Towhee couldn't help but wonder if he'd been displaced by the quakes and some mother was out there, losing her mind over him the way she was losing hers over Fen.