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

The speculation about witches and curses earned a soft snort from Towhee as she thought fondly of Fennec. She shook her head, then went still as she felt Batman now crawling toward the nape of her neck. He tucked himself in there, using the long fur as a blanket.

I think it’s just something about these wilds. If you spend your life here, it’ll be full of upheaval. Maybe it’s like that anywhere. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left the area, ever since I was born on the caldera roughly 8,726 years ago.

She arched an eyebrow, wondering what Dwin would do, if anything, with that information.