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Her head tipped at his remark, wondering if she'd read his lips correctly. "Thunder smash?" she parroted back. "I'm going to have to steal that," Towhee mused with a lash of her tail. Her muscles relaxed slightly, though there was still a wariness in both her expression and posture as she gazed at the stranger. She felt a little territorial about this stretch of woods, though she checked herself; although the Redhawks would use these hunting grounds, they weren't part of their formal claim. The odd passerby wouldn't really impact their prey base, in any case.

Still, he was an outsider getting quite close to the plateau, so she thought it fair to warn him, "We've just taken up residence on the plateau, so tread carefully." Towhee paused a beat, wondering if she necessarily wanted to engage with him, especially when she had work to do. She then asked, "Have you seen much large game in the area? Assuming you've been meandering about in here." She gestured vaguely at the surrounding woods.