Redhawk Caldera Voltage

Towhee bowed forward, legs stretched out in front of her and rump in the air. Downward dog, she mused, lip twitching into a smile. Her eyes remained closed against the early morning glare as she inhaled, exhaled and inhaled again, just like Raven had taught her. She didn't feel silly anymore, at least not until she cracked open an eye to see she was no longer alone.

Feeling a little awkward, she straightened onto all fours and turned her body to face Bronco further along the water's edge. "Hey, stranger," she called out to him, tail waving gently. He looked a little better than last time, just like she did, she supposed. But he still didn't look like himself and Towhee still wanted to know what had happened to him.

Padding toward him, she wanted to ask, though she decided she would feel out the situation a bit first with a more generic but no less genuine, "How are you, Bronco?"