Totoka River Seidsongen, lint den lokkar hug or ham.

What, she asked, gaze swinging back to her companion, was that?

But even if she knew, would she be able to answer Towhee’s question? The Redhawk’s brow furrowed as she studied the she-wolf in profile, her golden muzzle pointed out to sea. Towhee then looked that way again, just in time to catch another glimpse of that fish leaping out of the water, a spigot of vapor bursting out of its forehead.

That’s some mystical shit, Towhee muttered, mostly to herself.

She’d been to the coast before, though she had never spent a whole lot of time here and certainly hadn’t bothered with much sightseeing. Now she looked around and decided she understood exactly why Caracal and Heda had chosen the island for their home. And why Meerkat and Njord had spent more than a year somewhere along this shoreline too.

Doubtless this stranger—Sunshine, Towhee decided, in a nod to her pal, Reyson—didn’t live on the island with her son and his family. So Towhee eventually brought her fiery gaze back to her, curious and determined.

-“Can you point to where you live?”- she asked.