Redsand Canyon The ethereal and I.

Fennec pointed out that nobody wanted to draw a bunch of strangers to the borders, prompting a sheepish laugh from Towhee. Yes, that was certainly true, though already she was thinking of a compromise of sorts.

What if you had your own outpost? Instead of a pack, it could be a bartering station, somewhere nearby enough to be convenient but far enough away that it wouldn’t interfere with the packs, Towhee thought aloud, tail twitching. It’s fun to think about, anyway, she added, knowing the logicistics could prove to be a nightmare.

In any case, Fen seemed content enough with her little garden plot and the work she was doing with it. Towhee reached out to nudge the woman’s cheek in lieu of a shared smile. Actually, her lips began to pull down into a frown even as she withdrew a moment later.

I can feel the stomach pains getting ready to come back. Do you have anything here I could take for that, by any chance?