Redsand Canyon briefing

He continued until their small dwelling was spick and span. Maxim carried an old, worn fur outside and dropped it near the threshold. Towhee peered down at it for a second, thinking it would make a decent welcome mat, then glanced back up at her mate’s face.

Hey there, hot stuff, she purled, smirking. Thanks for doing that. What’s the occasion? Are we expecting guests? Or, Towhee quipped slyly, are you trying to butter me up?