Sun Mote Copse driving alone in my car

"I know there's a field," He groaned ironically, and immaturely, at Samantha, before he gestured to Towhee. Half of what she'd spoke had been said as she'd looked over her shoulder, which he knew wouldn't work for Towhee. "She's deaf. You gotta speak clearly an' look at her when you talk." He instructed patiently, his whiskey-aflame eyes watching for her reaction, daring for her to show any sort of disdain or judgement just so that he could employ the skills he'd learned from his mother and Towhee to use to teach her a lesson for being judgemental. 

Towhee went on to further clarify what he'd said, and he nodded. Yeah, that's right- here they were, him and Towhee, making the best patrol team ever. This Samantha one really needed to learn how to be a bit more clear and concise with her questions and answers when parading straight to the borders of a pack, especially after claiming that she lived nearby. "Y'know, we tend to hunt as a pack in the areas that surround our claimed lands," He said. "So s'not always the best idea to set up camp- as a loner or with a starting pack- so close to one that's already been established for a while," He said smugly.