Heron Lake Plateau I'm not gonna run from the scars and within

Rosalyn didn't notice Towhee right away either, too caught up in reflection.  It wasn't until she heard the splash, and looked over to see her face shoved in the water, that she did... and she immediately recognized the 'stripes'.

If a wolf could whistle, Rosalyn would have, seeing the mess of gashes across the other wolf's face.  "Feels probably about like that.  I've had worse."  She shifted some, pushing herself upright again.  "Really wish we'd gotten some of our own in, but at least we aren't dead."  The lynx had made it off with likely barely even a scratch, but had fucked them over pretty well.