Heron Lake Plateau Hamrer hippyer.

Niamh had spaced out, lost deep in thought when Towhee stopped by. She’d heard her friend’s mangled howl for Phox earlier, so she hadn’t expected company. She wasn’t asleep but to say she was aware or present was a stretch too. Usually, Towhee spoke more loudly than she needed to, but this time she was definitely shouting- and scared the bajeezus out of Niamh in the process. She propelled herself straight up in the air and clonked her head and shoulders off the roof of her den before flopping back to the ground, small fragments of dirt and dust falling around her. 

Trying to calm her heartbeat down a touch she repositioned herself so she could see Towhee, sticking her face in the entrance of her den. ”Sorry...What!?” She asked, having missed the message completely.