Redhawk Caldera I taste every molecule.

He didn't bother trying to guess. Towhee rolled her eyes at this lack of effort, then bent down to spit the carcass onto the ground. Idly placing a paw over it, she looked up at him again and said aloud, "Titmouse." She paused for a split second, then squinted and added, "Or Screech, as he goes by now. He denied his identity and ran off like an ass. But how many wolves our age look exactly like a titmouse...?" She lifted her brows, then shook her head with a derisive (and overly loud) snort.

"Do you eat foxes?" she wondered in the next breath, peering down at her kill and wondering how best to portion it between them.