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Towhee's orange eyes tracked the small wolf's movements as it neared the pass. Her nostrils flared, catching its scent on the breeze: female, young. As she came closer, the vigilant Kilonova saw that she was quite skinny, though otherwise in decent shape. Her eyes narrowed.

Right as the pup was throwing back her head to howl, Towhee made her presence known. -"Who are you? What are you doing here?"- she demanded brusquely, unable to help herself from thinking of Rowan. Was this another "lost" Blackfeather spawn?