Stone Circle Scooty woop.

He urged her to talk more slowly. Towhee gaped at him, not because the request bothered her—not at all—but it made her wonder. Was he also hard of hearing? How had he heard her call? Maybe he hadn’t; perhaps he’d simply been patrolling in the right place at the right time.

Are you deaf too? she questioned, giving him an opportunity to clarify before she gave an abbreviated, slowed-down version of what she’d said. Could you tell Fig I came by and that I’ll be hanging out in Fox’s Glade? She pointed to the territory next door. I’d love if he came to see me when he has a minute.