Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

She wanted to decline his offer. Towhee didn’t have anywhere to cache meat. And Rodyn had motherless pups to feed. But she held her tongue. If they did manage to capture something, she should probably take a little bit back to the copse.

Deal. You looked like you were tracking. Found any good scents or are we still working on that bit? Towhee asked.

She moved a little closer, maneuvering herself so they could walk parallel, a yard apart. They could cover a little more ground that way, in case they still needed to find a proper game trail.

By the way, you don’t have to if it’s too painful but if you want to talk about it, I’m… well, I can’t say I’m all ears, since I’m deaf. But, you know, the sentiment and all.