Ocean's Breath Plateau Duet for theremin and lap steel.

After loitering around Moonspear a few weeks, Towhee pried her son out of Treepie’s paws and settled him at a makeshift rendezvous site where Deepwood Weald and Silverlight Terrace met. They spent a few days hunting the deep maze of trees, where Bushtit surprised the hell out of her by capturing a sizable wood rat. She tried to get him to eat it but he insisted on saving it to gift whoever greeted them at their next destination: Moontide.

He carried it proudly as they marched north toward The Sentinels and the coastline beyond. Towhee let Bushtit bound ahead, the dead rat’s tail swinging every which way. She chuckled, enjoying the view up until the trees began to thin. Then she barked to get her son’s attention. He promptly swung around and bounded back to her.

We could keep going all the way to the shoreline but it’s pretty rocky out this way. I was thinking we could hang a left, Towhee said, tipping her head, and present ourselves at the foot of the plateau. We’ll get some great views from up there, if they decide to invite us in.

With Bushtit’s grinning agreement, they shuffled along until they came to the least steep section of borders. Towhee wondered if there was any chance @Phox and @Heph had returned by now. She couldn’t smell them but @Rodyn’s scent was all over the place, which made her smile. She wondered what he might make of the youngster at her side. Perhaps he’d already heard about him from @Chakliux or even through the grapevine.

I’m told I’m obnoxious as fuck when I howl, so I think I’ll spare them. You can either do the honors or we can wait for someone to find us.

-Let’s wait, mom.-

Towhee wasn’t surprised. Bushtit wasn’t much of one for vocal communications, though she suspected it was more about the rat than anything. He didn’t want to put it down until there was someone to whom he could formally present his hard-earned prize.