Redhawk Caldera Magnet (639Hz).

Thanks so much for nabbing this. *puts knife away*

Soon, nothing remained of the squirrel save for bones and tufts of brownish gray fur. One such wisp clung to her tongue, no matter how many times she rolled it against her yellowed teeth. She finally raised a paw to scrape at it with her leathery paw pad. Towhee winced a little when one of her canines brushed against the burst lipoma, still tender these days later.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another, she mused to herself with a roll of her eyes. Gods, you’re fucking old and decrepit.

Before she could deprecate herself further, a figure appeared out of the corner of her eye. Towhee’s head snapped toward it, her anterior pushing upward only to sink back down when she recognized Killdeer. She shifted her weight and raised her other paw—now her good forepaw—to motion him closer.

Sorry for not getting up, I’m feeling way too fat and sassy for that, she joshed, her mental voice adding, Or more like old and decrepit? Ignoring it, Towhee said, I was going to stay in Bramblepoint but I figured it made more sense to come here. You know, keep an eye on it for you, just in case.

She wanted to ask, of course she did. But Towhee held her tongue and merely smiled up at her grandson, waiting for him to share the latest goings-on in his life, including what he was doing here.