Wheeling Gull Isle Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.

Seriously? Towhee asked, arching a brow. How are you this worldly without even knowing your own body parts? Shaking her head, she let her paw slip from Dinah’s shoulder. Your vagina, like, where you pee from?

(Towhee had no idea she was also an idiot.)

There’s some other fun stuff it does but you’ll have to ask your mama all about that. Actually, you should ask your papa, Towhee suggested with an impish smile, imagining Caracal squirming as he gave his little girl the sex talk.

A particularly loud seagull swooped overhead, not that Towhee could hear its godawful screech, which bore a strong resemblance to a certain someone’s howl. She did notice it wheeling past and huffed a laugh through her nose. Wheeling Gull Isle, indeed.

You know, I’m going to be leaving in a few days. What do you say we do something fun to send me off?