Phoenix Maplewood What kind of house doesn't have salt?

Too busy tonguing her toes, Towhee remained oblivious until a split second before the strange youngster threw herself in Towhee's face. She jerked and bared her teeth instinctively, then went absolutely rigid and stared back at the strange kid all up in her grill.

The fur reminded her of Primrose, though the resemblance stopped there. Something was the matter with one of the pup's eyes, though the other stared into the depths of her soul. Towhee's own gaze swept up and down, lingering briefly on the twisted forepaw.

And she'd thought her feet were painful. "Are you hurt?" she asked, slowly pointing to the paw gone awry.