Redhawk Caldera And nobody cries, there’s only butterflies.

You can come with me, Towhee thought to say, turning her head to catch Amalia’s eye, since you should be good to go by then. We’ll stick together, so it shouldn’t be a big deal to wander a little. Exercise is also good for you and the pups.

She glanced at Mal’s slim midriff, just for a second, before her orange eyes glided back to her face. Towhee flashed her a smile, then let her eyes wander back to the views out the Hobbit Hole’s door. She could see the wind ruffling across the lake, pushing down the grass.

I’m going to rest my eyes for a bit. If you need anything, just nudge me, Towhee said after a moment.

She didn’t bother moving from her spot. Instead, she let her head drift sideways to lean against the threshold made of packed dirt. She would probably fall asleep, though that wasn’t necessarily the plan. It was just that, unlike other wolves, Towhee couldn’t continue conversation with her eyes closed.

No, it was all darkness and silence. It let her other senses come out to play a bit more. She could smell the daily news brought on that sweeping wind, feel it tugging at the longer fur of her nape. She sighed into it, letting herself steep in all the sensations of home.