Redhawk Caldera New Cydonia.

She really didn’t know what to believe, though one of the presences—she couldn’t be sure which one—warned her that someone was approaching. Towhee turned and found it was true, which made her fur stand on end. She quickly smoothed it, lest Cinar think she was angry with him. It would serve him right for sneaking up on her, only…

She blinked owlishly at him, as if she didn’t understand the question, before saying, Myself, doy. Do you see anyone else around here?

Maybe he would think she was going senile. Maybe she was going senile. Towhee pondered this for a moment, until the smaller presence—her long-dead daughter—insisted she wasn’t. Somehow, the aging Redhawk didn’t quite believe her.

Deciding she didn’t want to dwell on all of this just now, Towhee asked, What’s up?

She was truly curious. What was he doing up here? How was he? That made her think of the rest of the pack. Towhee knew she owed some friendly visits, particularly after her melancholic malaise the past few weeks. She might even owe some apologies to the likes of Delos, Leto, @Wagtail and Whip. She made a mental note to make it up to each of them.