Haunted Wood Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot at the body shop, doin’ somethin’ unholy.

It started off as a fishing expedition. After an hour, she was soaking wet and had nothing to show for it. Towhee heaved a long-suffering sigh, then waded out a little further before sinking beneath the surface. Only her head remained abovewater as she kicked her legs. Soon the bottom dropped away and she began cruising the caldera like some sort of crocodile.

She felt something slippery brush her leg and muttered. But she smiled. Maybe she couldn’t catch any fish right now, though she was rather enjoying this swim. Had it always been so fun, so freeing, to float about in open water? Towhee couldn’t remember ever enjoying it so much. Maybe it was because gravity could be so hard on her aging body, whereas she presently felt so pleasurably weightless.

She only exited the water when her limbs grew tired and heavy, reminding her of aforementioned age. Towhee waded onto the shore, gave herself a big old shake, and glanced longingly toward the Hobbit Hole. She could use a nap after that, though she hated to return home empty-handed after setting out with one goal in mind: feed Amalia.

Towhee strolled toward the hillock, passing the den and the tree growing above it. She crested the old volcano’s rim, peering down at Haunted Woods stretching away toward the southern horizon. Reasonably sure she could catch small game of some sort, she began her descent.

As the ground leveled out beneath her broad paws and she headed into the woods, the Redhawk did her best to ignore how sore she felt, focusing on the hunt.

Maybe @Ridgeback? But wide open! :)