The Floodlands You never go to parties.

Perhaps if she'd been able to hear, Towhee might have picked up on the way Quixote's voice faltered. But she couldn't, so she didn't, and her brows rose when he offered to speak with Raven about planting trees. "Sure," she agreed, having been prepared to take on that task herself but glad to delegate it to him instead. "You'll be her new best friend if you bring up plants, I bet," she remarked.

Her orange eyes drifted upward again, watching as X circled the top of the waterfalls. The Alpha heaved a loud sigh. "That's my cue: time to go patrol." Her eyes dropped to the Gamma's face. "You're welcome to join me. Otherwise, I'll catch you later, Don." Towhee's lips twitched as she picked up her feet and prepared to begin scouring along the foot of the plateau.

Thanks for the thread!