Grouse Thicket Radio wake.

At first the scent of blood hit him like a buckshot and ears leapt upwards and the fur on his ruff rose.

Then the sharp sound of an unhappy wolf. He tightened his shoulders and bent at his knees readying for an attack to his side. But the growl just as quickly tapered off and the veteran was confused and now wary as hell.

His ptero was crude at best, but he added the greeting for hello with his words

Hello Towhee. I could ask you the same?

He had not known where Towhee had gone.