Greatwater Lake (M) Butterflies taste through their feet.

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For the first time in a long time, Towhee felt alive. No, she felt virile.

Her paws carried her eastward, to a great plain. Even a month later, there were signs of the hunting parties here. Towhee wandered around the grassland, sniffing at the abandoned encampments, intrigued by the stories they told.

She approached the great lake and stared out over the frozen water. The traces of bison had made her hungry. The sight of the water made her thirsty. But she heeded neither appetite, thinking only of a third, much more demanding one.