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

Fennec felt a buzzing in her ears and, honestly, a little light headed from the spike her heart rate took.  She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down, and listened as Towhee did the same.  That did the trick - listening to Towhee's breathing and hearing her reassurance.

A stick?  She frowned, trying to imagine holding something like that and walking.  I'd just run into things. She did that now anyway, sometimes, but she felt like with a stick it'd be worse.  The only real way to hold it would be out, yeah, and then what happened when she bumped into a tree?  A cheekful of stick.

She dropped her muzzle, forgetting for a second in her embarassment that Towhee needed to see.  I usually hear it.  Now that she was paying attention, she could faintly hear the water over the noise of the rain, but it was little wonder she'd missed it before.  Now she'd messed up and her confidence was even worse shaken than before.  I'll just follow you, she said, this time remembering to look up.  She was tired and, at this point, just wanted to be home.  A little disappointed in herself too, but she'd get over that.  She was used to setbacks.