Broken Antler Fen Between two points.

That was probably one of the weirdest compliments she'd ever received and also one of the best. "I'm gonna hold you to that, you know," Towhee rejoined, her eyes cutting away momentarily to survey their surroundings thoughtfully as they continued padding through the fen in search of a game trail.

She faced Wraen again in time to catch her query about Niamh. When she followed up her question with a mention of their girls' day, Towhee's mind instantly went to her recent inappropriate conversation with her sister-in-law. Lips twitching, she answered, "She's doing pretty well. We've been talking about litters in the spring." And singing terrible verses about dongs, though she didn't mention that.

Towhee was just about to suggest they reconvene sometime, the three of them, but movement snared her attention. "Whassat?" she blurted, orange eyes squinting.