Bramblepoint dry eyes, it's no surprise

a few days after her talk with sable, towhee jr contemplates his question deeper. easier, on her own, or as she patrolled by herself. easier to work through it, to wonder ... if, if if —

almost five months and she now recognizes that her inability to hear and 'speak' were her own afflictions and not shared by the general canine population.

her hostility and general aggression towards strangers would, probably pose a problem ... but these things are not enough to keep her from letting the question take flight, that plaguing what if and slip from the borders of moonspear.

on her own.

she would never know how she would fare if she didn't even attempt it.

she heads towards the trees of the bramblepoint, staying closer to moonspear ... but not close enough that she would run into any one she knew ( or so she thought ). cautiously, towhee jr moves through the copses of towering trees; eyes and nose alert.