Bramblepoint I'll man the flashlight.

Without working ears to give her auditory cues, Towhee's other senses—vision included—had become extra sharp to make up for it. She didn't miss a movement as her orange eyes scanned from side to side, pausing for a second every time she noticed a tree limb shudder or a leaf shiver as an unheard wind soughed through the forest. The instant a black figure appeared in the distance, headed roughly in her direction, her eyes fixed on it. Her tail began to wave before she caught herself and stilled it.

She knew a little about controlling volume now (even if she really couldn't tell the difference) and made a point to clear her throat and raise her voice as she called, "Hydra!"