Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

Towhee had never heard a sound in her life, yet countless times she'd seen the way others reacted to various noises. Observing Finley and Quixote react to stimuli she couldn't even fathom set her teeth on edge. Her deafness rarely bothered her; she had never known anything else. But in this particular scenario, her disability made her feel extremely vulnerable. Her other senses were sharper for her lack of hearing, yet she didn't have eyes in the back of her head and she wouldn't smell someone rushing her from behind.

It was simply impossible to be aware of every single thing around them, though that didn't stop Towhee from trying. She wound up spinning in place several times even as they slowly crept forward, deeper and deeper into enemy territory. So far, she hadn't seen anyone, though she certainly smelled them. This whole place stank of filth and decay. It curled the Gamma's lips into a severe grimace of distaste. Between the stench and the mounting tension and frustration, Towhee felt a second piano wire rapidly tightening within her.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Where are they?" she said to her two companions. Then, unable to hold herself back even though she was neither the Alpha nor the tactician, Towhee abruptly hollered, "Show yourselves, you fucking cowards!"