Lake Rodney And even monsters can do good in this world.

Towhee sagged back into a sit, dragging her eyes upward to see how the stranger had chosen to react after being verbally accosted. She couldn't find it in herself to feel bad about it, though her orange eyes squinted even as anger and guilt continued to churn in her gut.

"Don't call him that," she warned in a low, soft voice. Before she could say anything else on the matter, the silver she-wolf pointed out her damaged toe. She stared at it for a beat, before looking up again. "No, you know what hurts? When you find out you can't trust anyone not to fucking—" Her voice hitched. She was shaking. "—leave. Fuck."

The impulse to cry nearly subsumed her, yet the mercenary tried to steady herself with a breath instead. "Why am I even telling you this?" she asked the she-wolf, as if she would know the answer. "Why do you care? Who are you? What are you doing here?" She paused, then flatly finished by saying, "Please tell me you're a Blackfeather so I can kill something right now."