Bramblepoint I think you pissed off my sandwich.

Another wolf leaped into view, seemingly out of nowhere, causing Towhee to startle badly. She watched as he made an attempt to seize one of the stags' throats, only to be beaten back. She felt a mixture of feelings at this sight; she was defensive of her discovery but also intrigued by her impromptu hunting partner. She had no way of knowing if Phox had heard or responded to her call and it would be a total waste not to take advantage of this serendipitous event. She licked her jowls, deliberating on how to proceed. She had teamed up with an outsider before, to their mutual benefit, and even struck up something of a loose friendship with Hydra. Maybe lightning could strike twice?

"How can I help?" Towhee called out to the stranger, raising her voice just in case the dueling bucks were making a lot of noise. Because of the circumstances and the urgency of the situation, she did something she rarely did and informed him outright, "I'm deaf, so look at me when you talk to me so I can read your lips."