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From what I’ve gathered over the years, those are all peaceful sounds, Towhee hummed thoughtfully.

It didn’t matter to her. It couldn’t. Besides picking up on cues from others, Towhee couldn’t comprehend much about sound, never having experienced it. But it was reassuring to know there wasn’t a bunch of screaming or other disturbances renting the night, warning of danger.

I’m gonna get some shuteye now. I’ll probably get up early and look around a bit, then take off. I’ve been gone from Moonspear too long already and I don’t want to let Sialuk down, Towhee explained again. Thanks for hangin’, S’ari.

Those were her final words before she performed a final stretch, settled with a small sigh, then let her head sink to the ground. As soon as she shut her eyes, Towhee became utterly insensate to the world around her, save for the sun-baked earth beneath her and the tickle of arid wind along her spine.