Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

It was actually kind of crazy, the more she thought about it. How different she was today than a year ago, two years ago. Once upon a time, she would have curled her lip at the mere thought of befriending an outsider. Family had been the only thing worth merit back then. Of course, Towhee still felt loyal to her family, this recent splintering aside, but somewhere along the line, she'd definitely become more flexible about accepting those who weren't kin. To be fair, she still held those of her blood in higher regard than everyone else.

Dingo's return scattered her thoughts, even as he scattered a litter of tiny rabbit corpses at her feet. The sight was rather entertaining, actually, and Towhee's tail thumped against the forest floor. Although Fig and Fen could handle standard sized rabbits, at least in part, these carcasses were perfectly suited for a child's supper. She imagined their meat would be tenderer too, tastier. This was a good catch.

"Your fishing demonstration was pretty underwhelming but you've managed to somehow overwhelm me with the sheer number of dead baby bunnies," Towhee observed, "so I guess you'd say I'm just whelmed." She didn't quite laugh, though there was a small twitch of her lips and an impish gleam in her orange eyes. "You're in, if you want to be. Do you actually want to be?"