Meadowlark Prairie Get some whipped cream on the top too.

Cinar felt like quite the social butterfly this morning, something which sent him searching after Towhee's scent. He was still eager to learn this 'secret language' she had mentioned not so long ago.

When he found the older woman she seemed nearly frozen in place, Cinar narrowing his eyes at the sight. Was she looking at something? He tried to look to ahead of where she stood, but saw nothing of interest. Towhee! He called out before remembering that she would not be able to hear him. With a grimace, he sped up to a trot.

Circling around to approach her from the front, he waited for her to spot him before speaking any further.