Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

The urge to roll her eyes again was strong.   In Ivy's opinon, "we're warriors and we're going to war soon" sounded an awful lot like "we're lawyers and we're going to law soon" or we're bakers and we're going to bake soon".  In other words, like it was a children's game.  But she and Towhee were children no longer and if war really was on the horizon for more than one pack, it certainly warranted more than an evening of make-believe.

The other female made a remark about her intelligence and she chose to ignore it.  Ivy slowly rose with a grace she hadn't possessed in her younger months and turned her full attention to the hawk'd Redhawk.  Well, far be it from me to barge in and rudely interrupt your evening, she drawled.  Because she was clearly the jackass in this situation!  With great flourish, the too-thin female nodded first to Towhee - fantastic to see you - and then to the wolf she hadn't met before - and lovely to meet you - though her words then were a touch more sincere.  But not by much.  You'll give the pack my fondest regards, won't you?  Wouldn't want to return and be just another mouth to feed, she finished with a wry smile.

Ivy likely would have stayed longer if Towhee were alone, but dragging someone else further into their back and forth seemed too uncouth even for her.  With a shrug of her shoulders, she turned and headed Southwest.  Her next stop was her birthplace and she'd have to trek around Lake Rodney to get there.  She'd originally wanted to sleep tonight after a having a snack in peace, but her annoyance level was now off the fucking charts and she figured it was better to burn that off than stew all night long.