Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

She intended to accompany him, perhaps even give him a hand, and she did trail after him at first. But when Dingo lunged (wordlessly, as far as she knew) off into the trees, Towhee didn't attempt to go after him. Leaving him to his solo hunt, she folded her haunches and sat, enjoying the June breeze that whispered down from the mountains and gave the dale a respite from the late spring humidity.

While she waited, she found herself pondering what she thought of Dingo so far. He seemed pretty easygoing and he was pretty nice to look at, though the idea of finding a mate or even a casual hookup was the furthest thing from her mind. Aside from her rabid heat, she had no designs on such notions. Besides, she was already committed to her family, even if it wasn't cookie cutter.

She could see a potential friendship there though, in time. There were some holes in Towhee's heart, to be sure, shaped like specific wolves; those would never be properly filled. But she was trying to be open to the idea of new connections. Coming here was, after all, about turning over a new leaf of sorts.