Verdigris Ravine (M) And wrens have begun to sing an old song in the mouth of your kettle.

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She felt warm. Was it just the desert air or something else? Towhee tried to steady her breathing, braced for another wave of pain. None came, for now, though her heart was pounding so fast that her entire body rocked gently with the movement. She licked her parched chops anxiously, eyes flicking upward.

Towhee’s thumping heart jumped into her throat at the sight of a heavily pregnant S’ari in the middle distance. She finally stood up straighter again, gauging the coyote’s expression before taking a step toward her. She felt shaky and wondered if she was simply thirstier than she’d realized. Good gods, a cold drink did sound good right about now.

S’ari, hey, she panted as she closed the distance. You’re very ro— she quipped, voice cutting off as another cramp rocked through her without warning.

This time, her blood mixed with the desert sand. Towhee winced at the unpleasant gush and the smell—the smell! Had a more horrific scent ever passed into her nose? She retched, making whale eyes at the unsuspecting S’ari.