Twisted Slough Livin' at my mommas house, we'd argue every month.

The stranger seemed to grow bored with the conversation (or lack thereof), so X began planning his departure. He had much more surveying to do before he returned to the caldera with a report for Towhee. The lake he'd spotted was certainly promising, yet he knew he still needed to explore that glimmer of water off to the west now that he'd fed.

A voice called out and he dipped his head to peer at the wolf still seated against the tree. He wanted some help with hunting. X shifted on the branch, spreading out a wing to stretch it in preparation for flight. He nodded. Although he wouldn't go as far as participating in the hunt, he didn't have a problem being the wolf's eagle eye. He could scout out a good hunting opportunity, then be on his way.

With a small cry ("Follow me!"), X leaped off the branch and beat his wings, climbing quickly toward cruising altitude.