Sun Mote Copse Been a lot of places in this life

His ears pricked and flattened, anxious. He couldn't place what was making him feel this way.

He'd grown a lot since he'd last been in the Hinterlands, his muscles were more toned and he could hold himself in a fight. He'd learned tricks of the trade since being absent too. 

Then, a scuffle of footsteps. He could hear them, light and fast, beelining for him. He backed up quickly, ears flattening and tail tucking tight between his legs.
He snarled viciously, hoping this wouldn't come to a physical fight; he couldn't be bothered for that.

But what came for him was worse than anything he could expect. 
Towhee.