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

Dwin entirely ignored Towhee’s insistence that it was a real place. She rolled her eyes, though there was no real irritation behind it. Likewise, she didn’t take it personally when the yearling scoffed at the idea of visiting her ancestors. Towhee was absolutely certain that she was a Blackthorn; the stripe was a dead giveaway.

Do you know any stories of them? Elwood and Finley Blackthorn? Towhee wondered, orange gaze boring into Dwin’s freckled face.