Redsand Canyon field

He beckoned her, yet Towhee didn’t move, making him come to her instead. When he came within reach, she held out her paw expectantly. She did not expect him to devour it, enveloping her whole foot in wet heat.

Towhee couldn’t possibly remember her aversion as a newborn, though all these years later, Maxim’s tongue on her digits triggered it. Grimacing, she yanked her foot out of his mouth, pulling faces even as she wiped Maxim’s saliva on his own shoulder.

Okay, that’s a hard pass, she mumbled, letting her foreleg dangle but refusing to set it on the ground, lest dust stick to her grossly damp fur or the split toenail. Sorry if you had, like, a foot fetish or anything… anyway, what were you staring at before?

I read this thread just yesterday for whatever reason and couldn’t resist a good old throwback for #tbt.