Wapun Meadow Drunk in 1999.

Towhee didn’t linger long at Sialuk’s ulaq. Mother and baby had an incredible support network and her job there was done. With Batman clinging to an earlobe, she trotted down the mountain, grabbed her blanket and began walking east for no particular reason. She had met all her obligations and now she was free to move about as she pleased.

She thought about visiting the lowlands again, though she selfishly feared Batman would spot his brethren and leave her. As Towhee plodded across a meadow yellowing in the August heat, she sifted through her mental Rolodex. She could always visit the island again. But she was nearer to the vale currently, perhaps she should swing by and see Jack?

Something compelled her past the mountains, then north in their shadow as the sun began its slow sink to the west. Towhee walked through a familiar, smelly forest, then found herself at the edge of another meadow. This one fared better, rampant with wildflowers in an exotic range of colors and fragrances. They must’ve attracted a lot of insects, as she felt the brush of Batman’s wings as he took flight.

Towhee snorted quietly and found a place to relax near the edge of the meadow. She laid out the pelt Jack had gifted her, then eased onto it with a sigh, happy to rest while Batman fed.

Set a couple days from now. Tagging @Figment and @Tauris for visibility. :eyes: