Ocean's Breath Plateau …it's falling into place.

She hadn’t made it to the copse the other day. Towhee contemplated trying to make the trip again, yet the air was downright frigid today and she could barely bring herself to crawl out of her cozy little tepee. Eventually nature gave her no choice, her bladder insisting on being emptied on a nearby patch of snow.

Once she was outside, she decided to make herself useful by heading out on patrol. Towhee trotted northward along the plateau’s eastern edge, then hooked a left. She picked up the pace to warm up her cold, stiff muscles, only to slow again when she saw a figure in the middle distance. Their palette was similar, though the stranger’s was many shades lighter than Towhee’s.

Unaware that she was heeding a call she naturally hadn’t heard, the Epsilon closed the distance and offered a breathless, Hey, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Towhee.