Bramblepoint Will it ever stop

Well, it made sense to Towhee that Kukutux might spiral after losing two daughters. Her heart went out to the bereaved woman, lips twisting into a grimace at the grim picture Rodyn’s words painted. Towhee wondered if she was doing better now, even glancing in the direction of Moonglow. She ought to visit, though the Redhawk refused to stray further from the caldera until it was more established.

Please send her my heartfelt well wishes when you get back there, Towhee said, which felt pretty useless after all the things Kukutux had done to help her. I’ll try to get out to the spine sometime, it’s just that my leg gives me a lot of trouble these days, she added, hoping it didn’t sound like it felt: as if she was making excuses.

She let out a breath, scanning their soggy surroundings for a moment. She felt a few droplets; it was going to start raining in earnest soon, she figured. There were enough leaves on the trees to provide some cover, though Towhee wondered if Rodyn would be opposed to taking shelter at the caldera. She warmed at the idea of sharing the Hobbit Hole with him, even just for a little while.

Any chance I can convince you to come home with me? she said, wiggling a brow. She laughed, then added a touch more sincerely, I want you to keep talking to me. I want to keep listening. I’m pretty good at it for a deaf wolf, right?