Dahozhoni Meadow cut my loosened tongue

The stranger—a lanky she-wolf with angular features and a decidedly earthy palette—made a beeline toward them. Towhee went rigid, doing a familiar shuffle as she nudged Bushtit behind her. She thought she caught a glimpse of protest but she paid him no mind, honing all her attention on the swiftly approaching figure.

She screeched to a halt, huffing and puffing. Her legs shook in a way that made Towhee’s twinge in commiseration. She ignored that too, paying close attention to the woman’s lips as she fired off a couple of desperate questions. Well, Towhee couldn’t detect her tone, though the look on her face definitely looked the part.

You’re sa— Towhee started to say, only to cut herself off when she noticed the frantic glances. Are you being chased or something? she asked, hackles prickling warily as she too began scouring their surroundings.