Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

She watched pheasants take flight over the grasses, blue eyes falling from the starkly decorated birds to the grass in front of her, before dipping her nose to the earth and taking a deep sniff.

And then she inhaled dirt.

Nephele coughed and hacked and sneezed for a moment, before she miserably picked her head back up a few inches, taking another delicate series of sniffs.

Of course, her attempt to track Finley was interrupted by the man himself, calling out another shortened version of her current alias. She stood up straight, bouncing up on her hind legs for a moment to try and peer over the grass.

“Yeah?”