Twisted Slough And heart to heart you'll win, if you survive

Fennec was drenched, and it felt (and smelled) like Towhee was in the same boat.  She'd rarely been happier to hear anyone in her life, though, and despite her shame she was obviously relieved.  It showed in the grateful way she leaned into her adoptive mother as she pointed the direction home.

It's loud, she said, then lowered her head to let an icy rivulet run off of her nose.  The lack of scent was pretty bad too, but the noise was worse.  Mindful, she raised her head before continuing.  I was thinking about... other stuff.  So I got turned around.  She'd lost her heading the instant the rain overwhelmed her.  Were you following me?  she was too glad to even care if the answer was yes, but it was the only reason she could assume Towhee was here.