Dahozhoni Meadow cut my loosened tongue

Ehhe, thanks for the thread!

By the time she looked forward, the woman was already on the run again. Towhee started, mouth falling open, staring after her for a beat. Then her head whipped around again to face her son, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

What just happened?

-I don’t know. That was super strange though. Who do you think she was running from?- Bushtit asked, eyes widening.

The question distracted her, prompting the Redhawk matriarch to raise her head and scope their surroundings. Everything was still. Slowly, her eyes came back to rest on Bushtit’s face.

I think she was batshit, Towhee said dismissively, but just to be safe, stay in my sight line, okay? Otherwise, feel free to explore. I need to sit down.

She waved a paw, noting her son’s brief hesitation before he pivoted and scampered off to look around the meadow. Towhee focused on maneuvering herself into a relatively comfortable position, which left her facing due north. Something glinted in the distance that way. It took her a moment to remember the lake there.

After staring at it a moment, Towhee yawned suddenly, mumbled, Make that lie down, and flumped down among the desert scrub to rest.