Grouse Thicket Radio wake.

Fortune favored her this evening. She struck a scent, tracked it through the thicket and, after an intense but brief chase, slew a fat rabbit. She stood over her kill with an expression of mild surprise. When she caught her breath, Towhee then grabbed the warm carcass and headed back toward the copse.

She saw a figure loitering there and every single blade of fur on her body stood on end. The lady and laird had only just gone and already the vultures were circling? The soft flesh and fur in her mouth barely muffled the sharp growl that burst out of her.

But it cut off abruptly when she squinted through the lengthening shadows, noting that patchwork of scars. They were familiar. Towhee’s orange eyes went wide now as she approached at a broad angle. As soon as they caught on Reyson’s face, she gasped, the rabbit tumbling out of her mouth.

Sunshine? What are you doing here?