Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

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She ignored the urge to look for Finley's and Quixote's reactions to her shout. Instead, Towhee scanned the nearby trees, the streaky fur along her shoulders standing on end. When she saw some nearby brush rustle, her attention snapped toward it just in time to see a white figure spring forth, a mess of teeth aiming directly for her own neck.

The she-wolf landed her hit, fangs burying into Towhee's flesh. Since there was no avoiding the hit, the mercenary knew she must do the next best thing: pry herself loose. She must do it quickly too, before her enemy's teeth sank in too far and she lost too much blood. With a sharp snarl, the yearling dropped and rolled, dragging the white wolf with her. As soon as she was on her side, she began to kick ferociously with all four legs, trying to simultaneously bludgeon and eviscerate.

Because hers was a silent world, Towhee remained oblivious to Eljay's abrupt appearance and subsequent cry, as well as most of the rest of the scene. Her world had narrowed down to a very fine point as she wrestled to get the stranger away from her jugular.