Sun Mote Copse Edge of Saturday night.

Set after this, so a few days in the future!

Towhee thought of @Fennec as she stood in Mercy’s Garden, eyeballing all the various plants growing there. She thought she remembered which ones were good for pain—she’d woken up with a backache—though she hesitated. What if she was wrong? It wasn’t that bad, probably not worth the risk…

She stepped out of the garden, walking east toward the nearby stream, then north. Towhee crossed at the step stones, stopping at Ray’s Beach. The current was sluggish here at the widest part of the riverbed. She waded in until the water reached most of the way up her legs, then eased down into a Sphinx position. She hissed as the water first touched her belly, then closed over her back.

Towhee relaxed with only her head and shoulders showing, facing the far bank. She glanced upstream, then downstream, before her orange eyes drifted upward. She caught a glimpse of a hawk circling against a backdrop of clear blue and sent up a little yip. If it was Ghost, perhaps he would alert @Towhee Jr and lead her here.