Sun Mote Copse Landlocked.

She was a practiced hand at lipreading even in less than ideal light conditions. Even still, she only caught every second or third word and had to use contextual clues to form the full picture. Fortunately, Towhee was pretty adept at that too. Her expression shifted from blank when the stranger agreed to move to a small frown when asked about where to find something to eat.

Do I look like a maître d'? she wanted to ask but dialed back the sarcasm a little and said instead, "Anywhere but here." Towhee paused, frown growing thoughtful. "If you want to hunt here, you could always join the pack. Are you any good? At hunting, I mean?"