Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

The serious look on Hydra's face warmed Towhee's insides, though she didn't pause long before striking out a foreleg and playfully shoving the other woman's shoulder. "Then how come you—and anybody else, for that matter—didn't tell me I apparently sound like dying cougar?" She huffed a laugh and pushed at Hydra again, suddenly wondering if her fellow mercenary might be game for a spontaneous spar.

There was only one way to find out: following her second strike, she abruptly dropped into a playful bow, slapping her forepaws on the ground and unleashing what she hoped was an earsplitting bark.