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When Finley didn't bother responding (other than to grin fiendishly), Towhee felt a momentary frustration, though she quickly deduced that it simply meant it wasn't worth bothering with a translation. Licking her lips and shifting her weight, the Xi returned her none too friendly leer to the stranger's face as another batch of difficult to decipher words poured from her mouth. This time, she caught a few more: "river," "family," "wife" and a few instances of "me" as well. It didn't do much to add context.

Shaking her head, Towhee simply retreated to a position slightly behind her godmother, standing there like a smaller bodyguard. Truth be told, she wasn't even that interested in the stranger, nor what she wanted. The Alpha female could deal with her. Towhee was happy to stand there, the strong and silent type, the hired muscle in case she was needed.

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