Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

Towhee moved hastily once she left the copse. She just wanted to go fetch her skin from The Heartwood, maybe drop by Moonspear and leave a message with her granddaughters on the way back. But she didn’t want to be gone long, not with that creep possibly lurking in the glade.

Perhaps it was the thought of him that made her hackles lift when she stumbled across another wolf in the weald. Towhee halted and watched him a moment, assessing from a distance. There was something very dimly familiar about his scent, though she couldn’t place it. She was pretty sure she’d never met the guy.

There was no getting past him without alerting him to her presence, not unless Towhee wanted to double back and go around. That would be a huge waste of time and she was in a hurry. Instead, she drew in a breath and then woofed to announce herself.