Whitefish River Lost in reverie until I saw her fading silhouette.

Although not all the words out of the yearling’s mouth were recognizable, Towhee read them well enough. Her orange eyes narrowed a little, though the corner of her mouth twitched upward despite herself. She vaguely recalled their distasteful first encounter, though they were far removed from the circumstances of that January day. It felt a couple lifetimes ago, actually, and it sort of seemed like the young Blackthorn was on the same page.

Well, I’m no longer suffering from that particular malady, Towhee replied. I feel like we went out of our way to avoid proper introductions last time, so I’m Towhee and this is Batman. And you are…?