Northstar Vale It's "Can I get a witness?" time

She wanted to laugh at his question—as clever as it was amusing—but Towhee could only say, Do you really want to put one of those things anywhere near your mouth ever again?

After shooting him a teasing glance, she finally began shuffling back toward the den among the willows. It took longer than usual, though soon she saw the dead porcupine through the little doorway. She leered at it as she slumped over the threshold and sagged beside the carcass.

-My mouth needs a rest and so does the rest of me,- she signed to Jack, already half-asleep. -Go tell Leo the good news: this fucking prick won’t be messing with her grave anymore…-