Sun Mote Copse Should have bought myself a home when I was a fetus.

The stranger seemed taken aback, though she quickly recovered and met Towhee’s gaze with a steely look. The Redhawk was in a good humor, otherwise the eye contact might have irked her more. Her own eyes narrowed ever so slightly, though her lips twitched into a smirk.

Nobody’s ever told you you could pass for a deer? she pressed, then flicked her tail and added, What brings you here, Tziporah? She just hoped she hadn’t stumbled over that pronunciation too badly. Here being Sun Mote Copse. I’m one of the—I’m the leader, Towhee, she finished.

Her lips pulled downward slightly at that. She was alone in the leadership at present, soon to drop the title herself. Of course, this passerby didn’t need to know any of that, at least until Towhee better understood what Tziporah was doing here.