Firefly Glen We should all wear polka dots.

Alaric’s offer immediately triggered a memory of another bat. She remembered yelling at Kallik not to hurt the “sky puppy.” Hadn’t she joked about naming it Batman? That’d work… she thought presently, watching as the itty bitty bat crawled from the base of her tail toward the small of her back, perhaps making his way back to her shoulder.

I think he already found a little cave, she observed as, indeed, Batman buried himself in the same patch of fur where he’d spent the past few hours.

They eat bugs, she said in the next moment, turning her eyes to Alaric’s face. I saw a whole flock of ‘em chasing bugs in the lowlands last night. Maybe he crashed into one of his friends and that’s why I found him on the ground? Anyway, I think he’ll find plenty to eat here, Towhee mused, eyes darting around Firefly Glen.

She wondered if Alaric might have any other advice for her. She knew he wasn’t a zoologist or something but she’d seen the healer in action a time or two and simply assumed he might know some things. Fennec might have some wisdom to share too, though Towhee wondered if her daughter would think she was some kind of weirdo for keeping a pet bat.