Wheeling Gull Isle nut butter bar

Seal looked enamored with the coastline. Towhee watched her trotting around and investigating the local fauna and flora a bit before returning her attention to Phox. He had seated himself, so she did the same. She was happy to sit here and chew the fat a bit while they waited for the tide to recede further.

That’s great. How are they? she asked, wondering if Fig had been as exhausted and out of sorts during Phox’s visit as her own. Tell me to put a sock in it if you already know any of this but Fen and Killer took off with Penn, I guess. Jr went off on some quest and I guess Sable went with her, though I’m not even really sure about that.

Towhee felt such a strange mix of emotions about her two youngest kids. She should’ve been there to know their whereabouts… but if they’d wanted to travel, why hadn’t they come with her? She had always meant to stay close to them and the reality was they were pretty much strangers at this point. That was even weirder when she considered one of them was walking around with not only her name but her face too.

Choosing not to dwell on that, she continued, I don’t know if you have any friends in—shit, what’s it called again? Towhee blinked, then called over to Seal, Seal, could you come here and tell your grandpa what you told me about our sister pack? Tell him how you’re helping look after the babies too, she encouraged, smiling tightly at the girl.