Big Salmon Lake It's funnier in Enochian.

*waves frantically*

She didn't hear the call. But something—perhaps a sixth sense of some sort—caused Towhee to pause and then glance over her snow-streaked shoulder. Her fur immediately prickled when her orange eyes clapped upon the stranger striding along the shore. Swiftly, she turned to face him fully, defensive despite the distance between them. He appeared to be gazing right at her, which prompted her eyes to narrow.

She squinted at him for a long beat, debating whether to say something or ignore him entirely and be on her way. Towhee didn't like the thought of turning her back on a stranger. And though she was never in any rush to make friends outside of the pack (or even those newly accepted into it, for that matter), there was something about him that struck her interest, something inexplicable.

"What do you want?" she asked at length, voice slow and clunky.