Lion Head Mesa (ap) Not sure exactly where I am.

Inevitably, her eyes fell earthward again and Towhee noticed the wolfish figure. She tensed, particularly when she saw a flash of teeth. They quickly disappeared as the wolf addressed her, though she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of lipreading from all the way back here, especially in the dark.

The figure began weaving toward her and something about his uneven step made her even warier. Towhee stood rigidly, squinting as he approached. She wasn't sure what hit her first, his face or his scent. The instant she recognized Reyes, her eyes widened and her head reared back.

What the hell are you doing out here? she wondered harshly, though she didn't voice the question. Her eyes narrowed all over again, boring into her former mate. Something was off about him, not that it was any of her concern. It made her morbidly curious, reminding her of that time he'd fallen and hit his head.