Firefly Glen We should all wear polka dots.

Towhee returned to the glen with a secret tucked into the crook where her neck met her shoulder, hidden from sight by the longer furs of her ruff. She smiled wanly as she padded toward her usual spot, trying to think of who to call for help.

Perhaps @Alaric might be able to lend a paw, she decided. She pointed her muzzle toward the nearby mountainside and called for the envoy, trying to emphasize that it wasn’t entirely urgent. Towhee then glanced around and moved toward the nearest brook to fetch a drink.

She stood over the water, concerned that she might unwittingly dump her tiny passenger if she bent over too far. Towhee slung her belly to the ground, still moving her head carefully as she dipped her tongue in the cool water. She drank deeply, parched after her long journey back from the lowlands.