Sun Mote Copse Departure to destruction.

Towhee remained motionless and silent after that, knowing there were no words she could say (or sign) to ease Finley's troubles. She just hoped that her presence here, as well as her efforts to locate Sugar, would bring her godmother some comfort where platitudes couldn't. Actions spoke louder than words, a concept Towhee could understand even if volume didn't exist for her.

"It does suck," Towhee agreed aloud, her flat tone particularly fitting. "I'll keep looking. I'll do everything I can to bring her back to you," Towhee continued, rising to her feet. The weather was still awful but she would rather slog through it than prolong Finley's misery. She pressed her nose to her aunt's forehead, offering a nuzzle of comfort, then braced herself as she headed back out into the ice storm.