Bramblepoint dry eyes, it's no surprise

He knew the look of a new believer when he saw one. Towhee Jr looked a bit skeptical, of course, but her curiosity at least meant that she was going to give him a chance to explain, rather than dismissing the notion entirely. He'd learned that when talking of such things, one must believe full-heartedly in the story. Such things had been told to him as distinct fact- no salt necessary. 

-My Great-Godmother,- He replied. He kept Wraen's smiling face in his mind, and hoped he would honour her by referencing his memory of her, albeit with a bit of fantasy and fiction mixed in. -She and her mate lived by a creek, though many others in the area cautioned them as it was a part of a faerie highway. Others had settled there, and left eventually- leaving a trail of woeful stories behind them. Some woke up in the morning with every single tuft of fur so tangled, it could never be undone. Some found their thirst for water could never be truly met and would drink until their stomachs were as round as a boulder. Some children went missing and returned....Different.- He said, his brow furrowing. 

The story went on, and he breathed in, as though to lighten the subject. -But it was a beautiful place, and my Great-Godmother and her mate had three beautiful children there, named Strawberry, Buck and Sturgeon- for the three moons of summer. They lived there without much incident, until the Autumn came.- He said, and paused.