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She'd just hit the treeline when something prompted Towhee to glance at the rising river one last time. "Fen!" she shouted in surprise when she saw her daughter. Where had she come from? A second later, she realized how close the blind yearling had ventured to the rising floodwaters and she swiveled rapidly, loping to join her.

"Hey, the river's flooding," Towhee huffed close to her ear, "and there's a current." Feeling perhaps a bit overly protective, she moved to touch her shoulder against Fennec's, standing parallel to her. Naturally, she couldn't help but remember a similar day earlier in the year. "Should've gone with the stick," she joked, her expression and voice a little tight.