Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

It wasn't like he could be everywhere at once, but the plateau was covered in pretty even terrain so when a large number of wolves come wandering close, it isn't weird that he'd see them. What's weird is the fact that they seem keen on staying, and that they cross his heavily marked borders without a second thought; he feels an intense level of dude what the fuck as he prowls closer. From a distance Screech cannot tell any wolf apart from the next — not until he spots one with a strange silhouette and takes to focusing his attention on them. He approaches head-on with Towhee, and when he's close enough he recognizes the shape as a freaking bird — not just any bird though, the talkative one from about a week ago. 

It is at this point that Screech's eye dashes from face to face, and he realizes he's actually surrounded by this collection of wolves, and no amount of pomp, puff, tail-waving, or displays of confidence could ever combat that many teeth. He lets out a frustrated rumble from deep in his chest and launches from the sun-baked reeds, landing dramatically in front of the wolf in the lead position, hoping to startle them so that he can get a good look.

In the back of his mind Screech can't help but think, shit I'm out-numbered, and can only hope that Redshank is somewhere nearby to help him out if things get ugly. He doesn't attack, but he does take a breath and shout, Who the fuck are you — get outta here, this is mine! But it isn't until he's emptied the whoopie-cushion that is his mouth that Screech realizes he's shouting in the face of his deaf sister, not that it'd ever stopped him in the past.

Except — wait. Towhee? He spits next, because he's close enough to actually look at her and finally he realizes this isn't just a bunch of random assholes — they're his random assholes!