Redhawk Caldera Take me away to some place real

Snow was rough to move in, but it was particularly good for at least one thing.  It really amplified the movements of anyone around her.  She heard Towhee's crunching from a ways away, though the muttering was what gave her an identification.  Normally she could tell by gait but the slush threw that off a tidge.

Oh, crud, wait up.  The statement was bound to be lost on her mom, but Fennec couldn't help but say it anyway.  She hustled about as much as was possible, something that turned her jilted walk into an even more awkward half-jog.  I gotta.... talk.... ohshi  She cursed as the hill made her pickup a little too much speed and sat back, stopping where she was before her shoulder could pull the nonsense it was threatening.  No way was she tippin headfirst right now.

She listened.  If she hadn't come close enough for her mom to catch on, there was always the option of throwing snow at her.