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

Fennec stuck close to Towhee, invading her mom's personal space in the same way that always had.  The rain made even hearing pawsteps harder.  The constant brush of their soaked pelts and her mom's occasional sounds were enough to keep her on course, though, even when she entered the frigid cold of the river.  She sucked in a breath and gritted her teeth, but followed, afraid to let Towhee get too far ahead.

Fennec could guess when they met the border, but Towhee's announcement made her relax fully.  Immediately she just wanted a warm and dry nap, and she nosed the direction she knew her mom was.  Want to go to the nest? she asked.  There was no real way for her to plead her case without tone, but she wagged her tail instinctually.  She really wanted her mom to say yes and come with.