Heron Lake Plateau Norupo.

Speaking of blind... yep. Fenn was wandering, and if I know stove (I do) Fig would be following at any moment.

Things were getting hazier, and while at first she hadn't noticed, now she did.  She used to be able to tell Towhee and Phox apart pretty easily, but as Towhee's markings faded away, the distinction became more and more reliant on sound and scent to draw.  Like now.... she was galloping up to Towhee thinking it was Phox until her sensitive ears caught her aunt mom's racaous voice.  Oh, well, still fun!

Weeya yanna!  The sound 'a' was pretty much her favorite and most of her names for others included it.   Feeya and Weeya and Fenna. Add on Phox's da and you had a set.  

She had no clue if Towhee saw her or not, but that didn't matter.  She was comin and she wanted to play.