Heron Lake Plateau No distance left to run

The sun felt warm on Towhee's back as she relaxed in front of the den, intermittently tipping her head back and closing her eyes and reopening them to check on the pups. They were full of all sorts of shenanigans as they grew, yet were being relatively well-behaved today. Perhaps they were happy to simply soak in the sunshine too.

When her brother signed at her, Towhee blinked at him. -I don't dream. Or if I do, I almost never remember them,- she replied. -I wouldn't think too much of it. Dreams are whack, man,- she added, wondering if Phox had brought it up because he thought there was some sort of strange explanation behind them.

But she didn't want to be dismissive and, besides, it was a thought-provoking topic. -Do we even know any one-eyed wolves?- she mused, before suggesting, -If you can't hear her, teach her some ptero.- Towhee smirked, thinking she was clever and hilarious.