Heron Lake Plateau The devil won.

Her orange eyes panned away from the horizon at the first sign of movement nearby. Her expression brightened visibly when Niamh came closer, food in tow. Towhee's mouth began to water when her friend unexpectedly threw the rabbit. It went sailing past the Beta and landed in a sad little heap nearby. She gazed at it a moment, gaze slowly tracking back to Niamh.

"Uh," she said, about to make some smart-ass comment about the Delta's aim, but instead found herself grinning a bit stupidly at the nickname. "'Tough guy,' eh? I'll allow it. And thanks for letting me know it's actually meant for me, I couldn't be sure, considering your terribad aim."

After chuckling at her companion's expense, Towhee walked over to the rabbit and plunked down with the carcass held between her forepaws. She tucked in with gusto, making quick work of the meat.