Hideaway Strath terrible deductions

Towhee hadn't paid any visits to the grove's sister packs since early in July and lately she was tempted to go see Raven and the pups, tell her sister the latest about Rye. But she had only just shaken off the illness he had given her and she didn't want to expose her sister or her very young litter. Besides, she wasn't sure she had the energy just yet.

So, instead of going anywhere, the Kilonova parked beside the gateway, letting her mind wander to the Firebirds. Aside from Wraen's pop-up visit a few weeks back, she hadn't heard much news from that quarter either. Hopefully no news was good news. Towhee was less tempted to drop in on them. It was their turn to visit her, hopefully with some pups in tow she could begin training.

The arrival of a figure on the other side of the passage scattered her thoughts. Towhee stood and braced herself as she eyeballed the stranger across the river. She was small and svelte with snowy fur and black points. Before she tossed back her head to howl, Towhee caught a glimpse of bright eyes set into her pale face.

-"Hey, over here,"- she said loudly (too loudly, although she wasn't to know that) even as she signed, beckoning the interloper to meet her closer to the borderline. -"Can I help you?"- she added, everything about her demeanor very businesslike.