Stone Circle An arrow in the wall.

Her heart leaped into her throat when her eldest son materialized. He looked decidedly careworn, reminding her of Caracal and the Sweetharbor crew. Towhee wondered if he and his mate(?) could use her help here for a while. But she was getting ahead of herself.

As soon as he reached for her, she pulled him into a tight hug. Towhee gave him a happy squeeze, then let go and grinned at his tired signing. He looked like shit and she was so happy for him.

Hey, you. I’d love to hear the whole story, she said, but maybe after you’ve had some sleep. How can I help, Fig?

Towhee desperately wanted to meet his children, though she reminded herself to be patient. Being a new parent was wonderful but tough. As much as she wanted to see her newest grandchildren, she wanted to be there for her adult son first and foremost.