The Floodlands I'm with the band.

She was alive, so that was good. She was even conscious. Her lips moved, though Towhee didn't catch the words, as she was too busy looking at the wounds on the stranger's flank and hip (not to mention the blood still clouding her vision). She cringed, her orange eyes finally making their way to the other's face.

"I'm Towhee," she said, speaking quickly, which made her even more difficult than usual to understand, "and I'm from the pack that lives on the plateau. I'm going to call for help." Without waiting for a response, the Beta threw back her head and howled for @Raven and anyone else who might want to lend a hand. Her voice sounded like a howler monkey being strangled.

Blood had now run down her cheek and neck and she could feel it, hot and sticky. And just as she registered this sensation, she felt lightheaded and dropped to her haunches. She meant to ask the other wolf's name, maybe offer to clean her wounds and also explain that she was deaf. But none of those things happened as Towhee sat there trying to stave off a swoon.