Heron Lake Plateau Down in the Valley

Color her surprised when Colt trotted back into view, the fox stuffed in his jaws. Her eyebrows lifted nearly off her face when he began to swim toward her. She could see the fresh blood threading pink through the water as he came closer. She took a step back, not to avoid him but to make space on the small strip of shoreline.

This had the distinct feeling of a peace offering, though Towhee couldn't be sure. That was her primary feeling regarding Colt: uncertainty. She sort of hated him for being so awful about her disability, even if his concerns had had some merit. And it really riled her that he hated X, at least according to Quixote.

Feeling the need to be at least a little difficult given their history, Towhee signed, -What's this? A peace offering?- knowing full well Colt wouldn't understand.