Two Eyes Cenote Old school, young jam.

Busy, Towhee agreed, and old.

She listened with her eyes as S’ari spoke of her tribe. Meerkat had mentioned some of this when telling her mother about her own visit days prior. Perhaps that was why Towhee didn’t bat an eyelash when the coyote spoke in third person.

Well, good. Family—including found family—is everything, Towhee remarked, pausing before adding, When I was younger, I might’ve been a dick to you. But I think I’ve gone soft in my old age, like overripe fruit.

She laughed at the dumb metaphor, then shifted her weight to settle more comfortably. Her eyelids were starting to grow heavy and a yawn came over her. It still wasn’t that late, though Towhee supposed she’d been moving around quite a bit lately.

Speaking of which, I’m a nomad too. The idea is I go around to each of my kids’ packs to visit with them and their kids—my grandkids—then rinse and repeat. I recently spent a couple of weeks on an island helping my son and his wife with their eight pups. Now I’m staying near Moonspear not just because two of my daughters—Meerkat and her older sister, Fennec—and a couple other relatives live there. I made a promise to their leader I’d support her during her pregnancy. She’s due in a few weeks.

Maybe she was rambling but that’s what ramblers did, eh?