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Oh, ugh.  Seriously?  She hadn't even considered that, but while she wasn't down for drinking now, there was a note of interest.  Fennec had a thing for the macab and a flood bringing dead things in sounded like a great way to scare anyone.

The stick comment worked a bit, she did briefly remember, but she couldn't recall when they'd talked about it.  You want to come with?  she asked, not wanting to assume Towhee would stop what she was doing.  It was nice to have to offer, too.  She didn't mind getting help, she'd found, she just didn't like it when other wolves assumed she needed it.  

This was more, though, because she had missed Towhee, and was willing to nab any chance she could to talk and fall back into old rhythms.  She'd changed some in the past few months, but that wouldn't change anytime soon.  If the water does keep going, guess we'll have to ask the fish how they do it.  That or ask the squirrels.  She was curious what they'd do if the water kept coming... wait it out?  What if they couldn't?  She was glad they'd come now, secretly, but wondered if the other places she and Penn had traveled were getting this too.