Hideaway Strath stained coffee mugs

Dorea's answer perplexed Towhee. How could she not know her own pack mates? This whole scenario smelled bad, though she couldn't help but think, At least she's not a Blackfeather. Or was she?

-"Where were you born?"- she asked right before Dorea suddenly slumped as if beneath the weight of some invisible burden. Towhee could see her lips moving but since the pup was now staring at the ground, she couldn't make out the words.

-"Dorea, look at me when you speak. I'm deaf,"- Towhee said patiently. -"I didn't catch what you just said about where you were born,"- she added, unaware that Dorea had said something else altogether.