Redhawk Caldera In Germany Before the War

She didn't particularly feel like socializing, though she knew she would have to at least acknowledge Whip when he glanced over in her direction. Heaving a sigh, she turned and forded through the snow, coming to stand over the partially unearthed and evidently frozen carcass.

"No, I'm not hungry," Towhee replied dully, gazing emptily at the dead deer. "I know I should eat, though, keep up my strength..." She sighed again and shrugged, her jaw clenching as she momentarily looked away, then back to Whip. "You know, for the war. We're going to attack any day now." And I feel like shit, she added mentally. But she'd had enough of projecting her feelings outward (she cringed at the memory of yelling at Wraen), so she clapped her mouth shut.