Grouse Thicket Schmoyoho, accent on the yo.

It didn't take long for her to cross paths with a potential partner. This time, she actually recognized the wolf in question too. If Towhee was surprised to see Kaertok here, she didn't show it. She merely paused, scrutinized him for a moment, her eyebrows twitching when he lifted his tail. Her own arched over her back, not to display dominance but to advertise her condition.

She should've probably asked him if he'd found—man, Towhee couldn't even concentrate long enough to recall her name, not with Kaertok so close by. In any case, she didn't ask, nor did she tell him she'd found Sugar Glider. None of that mattered right now. There was only one thing on the mercenary's mind.

"Please tell me you're DTF," Towhee purled, striding closer, remembering her nameless partner and narrowing her eyes as she warned, "or GTFO."