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When the rain picked up abruptly, Towhee understood why X had disembarked a few moments ago. She shifted her weight, squinting through the sudden downpour at Valette, doing her best to read her lips. But it was just too hard. She didn't catch anything the other she-wolf said.

"I'm sorry, there's no way I can read your lips in this. I'm going to find some cover," Towhee said. But she didn't move; she wouldn't depart until Valette was gone from the borders. "Best of luck in your travels," she said with forced politeness, feeling rather proud of herself for avoiding simply telling the visitor to get lost.