Bramblepoint diortosire

Towhee waved her good paw, dismissing the apology and guilty expression on Hemera’s face. There was no need for either. She didn’t bother speaking at the moment, focusing on the bleeding paw dangling in the small rapids. Thankfully, it was starting to go numb from the water’s frigid temperature.

Orange eyes cutting over to Hemera again, she read her lips and said, No, I, and then tipped her head, thinking better of it. I mean, kind of. It’s a long story. My grandson might be reclaiming our family’s homeland on the caldera next door. But it’s up in the air at the moment. What about you?