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Bad dreams troubled Towhee; she tossed and turned until she gave up on sleep completely and left the edge of the rendezvous site to do a midnight patrol. The lake view stretched out before her as she climbed downhill, arriving at the foot of the caldera where she paused to deliberate which direction to go. As she pondered, her sharp orange eyes roved the darkness, freezing when they clapped upon a shadowy figure lurking along the nearby lake shore. The light rain obscured the silhouette, yet it belonged unmistakably to a wolf.

Her damp fur prickled. Remaining motionless, Towhee's lips skinned back from her teeth. She went full throttle, unleashing a loud warning growl into the night. Of course, she couldn't be sure of the actual volume, yet it vibrated tellingly in her throat and chest as she glared at the four-legged shape moving in the darkness.