Phoenix Maplewood What kind of house doesn't have salt?

After her chance encounter with Pippin, Towhee altered her course slightly, heading north now. She wondered if she would eventually hit the coast. She had never spent much time there. It might be cool to see the sights. Who are you? she thought to herself even as her paws carried her across a meadow; past a partially frozen pond; between two distinctly unappealing marshes; and into a peaceful forest.

By now, her feet—entirely unused to travel beyond borders—were pretty damn sore. Towhee sought a spot that looked comfortable and flopped to the ground, letting out a huge and not unhappy sigh. She then bent to the task of soothing her aching paw pads with her tongue, deaf to the sound of small footsteps close by.