Firefly Glen They say I'm the worst

Fennec had just gotten a mouthful of leaves when a strange voice rang out behind her, greeting her with witch.  Her first reaction was confused bemusement.  Did she know this wolf?  She didn't recognize their voice, and Fennec never forgot a voice.

She set the leaves down, licking the stinging freshness from her lips, before turning out of habit towards where the sound came from.  Growing up with Towhee meant she always at least attempted to face a person before speaking.

Excuse me? she asked, voice affronted, ears at full mast towards him.  What did you just call me?