Luneshale Pass No one will ever

Sorry for the delay, I lost track of this one!

He felt a little thrill when he woke up alone, though guilt made for an awful chaser. Bushtit unfurled and brushed some snow off his legs, then looked around and wondered what the hell to do with himself. He laughed, the noise jarring in the morning stillness. Good problem to have.

He could see the pass from here, so he started walking in that direction. Soto seemed to like it when Bushtit helped mark the borders. He wouldn’t mind learning a little more Spanish as well. ¿Porque no los dos?

He spotted a wolf ahead, though it wasn’t anyone he knew. Without Towhee beside him, Bushtit felt suddenly bashful to the point of hesitation. He slowed to a stop, biting at his lower lip. He supposed he could simply approach her and introduce himself. He didn’t need his mom for that!

Hola, he said as he drew closer to the pale woman, who had cream fur, violet eyes and a little green around the gills. Hey, are you alright? ¿Bien?