Bramblepoint Southstar.

Exactly, was the only acceptable reply to Dwin’s rhetorical question, delivered with a twitching smile.

Towhee could not remember ever being told she was an inspiration to anyone. She supposed it was unspoken at times, though it was nice to hear (so to speak), all the same. Ceridwen promptly killed the warm and fuzzies by questioning her decision, though Towhee trusted she meant well.

You don’t think I can look after kid #472 myself? she asked lightly. Where would you suggest? Where are you overwintering?