Cricket Creek Bog Nocturnal animals.

*tags any/all @Males*

It was the last thing she'd ever thought she'd do: go looking for outsiders. Especially considering the nature of her interest, Towhee would probably look back on this and cringe a lot. Right now, though, she was ruled by her hormones. Having exhausted her options among the Redhawks ranks—her instincts prohibited her from seeking those related to her—the unsatisfied Beta departed the plateau and headed into the bog between it and the copse to the east.

It was the middle of the night when Towhee found a suitable spot. She looked upward, searching for the moon, and found nothing but black sky. Nonetheless, she threw her snout into the air and howled (or, rather, yowled), announcing her status even as her scent swamped her surroundings.