Heron Lake Plateau Just talk to me, like lovers do

She watched the familiar figures of @Elwood and @Finley disappear in the direction of the copse and steeled her jaw. Were the only visiting or did they plan on staying there? Towhee didn't know and tried to tell herself she didn't care, not because she didn't love her godparents (she did, very much) but because Firebirds was only an hour's travel east. The thing was, she didn't travel. Towhee hadn't left the plateau ever since her accident.

Heaving a great sigh, she began to turn and head toward the top of the falls to catch some rest. But then she saw movement down below, close to the foot of the plateau, headed toward the thicket. Towhee kicked up her feet and loped in that direction, picking her way carefully down the slope to intercept the stranger. She ignored the coyote remains scatted everywhere as she approached him, eyeing the dead hare only briefly before her orange gaze moved to assess the wolf's features. He was a burly fellow, with the build of a warrior. But he looked sort of soft at the same time.

"State your name and business," the Beta said in her gruff monotone, wondering if he sought entry. They'd lost Wildfire and two of her kids, with possibly others (cue internal sigh) migrating later, so quite honestly they might be able to use a wolf who looked strong and was at least capable of catching rabbits.