Hideaway Strath satio

Good, was her cuttingly quick riposte this round.

She seethed a little at his refusal to give her details. Towhee wondered if Fennec actually knew the identity of this wolf. She supposed it didn’t really matter; there was nothing constructive they could do with the information. Still, his withholding rankled, as did his bow and subsequent departure.

Baring her teeth and bristling now, Towhee could only offer a parting, Fuck you, Germanicus, to his back.