Redsand Canyon proprius

She bobbed her head when he instructed her to take a seat, carefully reclining on her haunches. Towhee felt a flare of itching deep inside her healing wound and had to tighten her muscles against the impulse to throw herself at the nearby wall to rub herself on its uneven surface. She already knew from experience that it would do more harm than good. There was no real relief from this and scratching only made it worse, not to mention the havoc it wrought on her mending flesh.

But it wasn’t the thought of rubbing herself raw on the stone the other day that made her wince. It was the mention of Ruenna. Towhee momentarily forgot all about the itching as an ache plunged through her like a javelin, tightening her throat, aching in her chest and making her stomach sink.

The itching is a bitch, Towhee said a little crisply, but it has nothing on how much I miss… Her friend’s name died on her lips as she glanced at Germanicus’s face, knowing he understood. I don’t blame her or anything. And I know she couldn’t help the timing. She held out as long as she could. I know that. Her jaw clenched, tears pricking at her eyes as she exhaled, Still.