Deepwood Weald A bar song (tipsy).

Oh yeah? she asked, an eyebrow raised. How so?

He led her toward a riverbank, his sling in tow. Towhee stood by, awaiting instruction. She imagined Dutch gathered the stones here, then carried them to whatever part of the trail he was currently marking. Rinse and repeat.

It was probably boring and slightly grueling work, though she didn’t mind. She would have to take it easy, though, and tap out when she started feeling tired. Towhee had to make it home, after all, and she didn’t want to push herself too hard this soon after recovering.

This is a pretty ingenious idea, you know. When I realized you guys were here, I wondered how passage would work between Tuktu and Great Bear.