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She woke suddenly and with a snort, rolling over on a patch of stiff grass and sitting upright. Towhee rolled her shoulders and blinked at her vaguely familiar surroundings for a moment before she remembered she was near the bottom of the plateau. It all came back to her in a sudden rush: calling for Hydra; discovering her estrus had begun; seducing Hydra's lookalike; and then getting the hell out of dodge when he wanted to talk about feelings afterward. Towhee might have more thoughts about that entire situation, later.

Right now, she clicked back into that feral mindset brought on by her season. She trotted to a more open space in the trees and gave her body a mighty shake, tail waggling and wiggling, spreading her scent through the small forest. She then deliberated: should she stay here and summon some suitors to her, or should she go hunting for them? She was buzzing with a fresh burst of energy, so she decided, Why not both? Towhee sent up a call, advertising her availability, and then began to prowl purposely through the wintry thicket in search of a bone.