Hideaway Strath I still press your letters to my lips.

His slight stammer presented an extra challenge in interpreting Sundance's speech, though Towhee followed most of what he said. She inhaled sharply through her nose when he spoke of trees falling, her orange eyes skirting away again, gazing off toward the woods that comprised the centerpiece of their territory. She swallowed a sigh. There was no safe haven when the earth itself shook.

"Don't worry about that right now," she said to him, her face much gentler than usual, her heartbreak over Fen a shadow behind her eyes and written into the lines of her face. "Let's get you some food and rest, then we'll figure the rest out later." Slowly, Towhee pushed herself away from him, rising slowly herself to her feet. "Can you stand? And walk?"