Northstar Vale can't talk, got a beat in my headphones

At Meadow’s, “You,” Towhee touched a paw to her chest in an unmistakable, Who, me? gesture. She set it back on the ground with a flickering smile, sidling a little bit closer before reclining to her haunches with a small grunt.

I’m feeling fine. I made sure to stay off my feet for the first week I was here. I’ve been moving around a lot since then, though I’m taking it relatively easy. I keep telling myself I can, like, stop and smell the roses now, Towhee quipped.

She didn’t require any of the woman’s medical expertise right now, though Towhee still wanted to steal a bit of her time today, especially now that they were here. They were pack mates now, so of course she wanted to learn all she could about the auburn she-wolf.

So, are you pretty good friends with Sunshine—uh, Reyson? Towhee asked with an impish glint in her eye.