Hideaway Strath I still press your letters to my lips.

There was no replacing Fen, though Towhee's aching heart could not help but throb as the pup roused and moved weakly. Wordlessly, she lowered herself to the grass beside him, her body curling around his protectively, as she reached out to place a lick on his forehead. It wasn't like her to so readily embrace a straggler at the borders, even a young one, but on this forlorn midnight, Towhee needed him almost as much as he needed her.

She hadn't caught his single word, though she tried to rearrange herself a bit to look into his face as she asked, "What's your name?" She didn't bother signing, partly because their positioning did not allow it but also because she didn't really have the energy for it right now.