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Despite the gloom, Towhee saw the wolf react to her warning. It was quite comical, actually, watching her slip and fall into the water. She fell silent as she watched this unfold, her eyes crinkling and her lips even turning up at the corners. But her expression swiftly returned to one of displeasure when the distant stranger faced her with teeth bared. Towhee plunged one leg forward (not unlike a restless mustang pawing at the earth), planting and bracing it. She ducked her head and unleashed another, even louder snarl of her own. She looked all the world like an infuriated young bull preparing to charge.

But she stood her ground, for now, glaring and growling and glaring some more. She couldn't hear the stranger's cry, of course, and couldn't hope to read lips from this distance, in this darkness. All she could rely on was body language and raw instinct.