Sun Mote Copse Edge of Saturday night.

Jr didn’t seem to find this information particularly compelling. Towhee raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment further for the moment, partly distracted by a fresh surge of pain. Was it getting worse? She bit back a sigh and pushed onto all fours, water dripping as she stepped onto the bank beside her daughter.

-Maybe walking will help,- she mused aloud, orange eyes drifting before landing on her lookalike’s face. -Want to patrol together? Don’t mind me if I’m a little slower than usual…-

Towhee stepped away from the yearling to give herself a proper shake. I bet you’re just constipated, she suddenly thought as she flung water every which way. Her lips parted as she glanced at Jr again, though she spared her daughter from this particular brainwave.