Heron Lake Plateau your ass is grass and im gonna mow it

Towhee drew in the scent of freshly churned earth, though she didn't bother dropping her gaze to the other wolf's paws. She kept her eyes fixed on that unfamiliar face, those strange lips. Fortunately, they were readable enough. "Ikkuma," she repeated under her breath (or so she believed), ears tilting ever so slightly and eyes narrowing a hair at the subsequent question.

After a brief pause where she quelled the urge to say something impolite, Towhee responded in her usual wooden voice, "No, I'm just making a point to get to know my pack mates, that's all. What're you getting into?" she pressed, attention finally wandering downward for a beat before flicking right back to Ikkuma's face so she would catch her response.