Heron Lake Plateau he's chatting with my rare coin guy.

Like any stubbed toe, the pain went quickly, but Fenn continued to quietly whimper as she enjoyed Towhee's reassurances.  The rock definitely deserved every bit of what for Fig was dishing out, and she pushed forward to lean, almost cat-like, against Towhee's leg.

Feeyah oooga. she encouraged him, peeking out from behind her leg.  If there had been an actual danger, she'd probably have been out and facing it down because no way she was letting him adventure without her.  But since it was a boring old rock and not even outside the den, he totally had this.