Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

He insisted she partake, of course. Towhee looked down at the slain pig, then back up at Rodyn. She nodded, then stooped down to chew off one of the beast’s hocks. She didn’t eat it or pick it up, just let it settle in a pool of rapidly cooling blood as she regarded her hunting partner again.

This is all I need, a little snack for the road. You guys live near the coast, right? I’ll swing by someday, check on you and your kiddos. Until then, take care of yourself, Rodyn.

Towhee held his eyes for a moment, then cut her gaze away and bent to pluck up her ham hock. Swiveling on a paw, she resumed her earlier trot. She would save the treat for when she reached The Heartwood and picked up her skin, though that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy gnawing on it in the meantime.