Bramblepoint diortosire

She expected the first question: “Who are you?!” The second one made her head rear back a little. Towhee’s mouth opened to refute this allegation when a third and even more melodramatic question fired from the pale woman’s muzzle. Now her entire face scrunched as she held up a paw in the universally understood sign to be quiet.

Lady, Towhee said pointedly, in case she didn’t obey the command, chill. I’m not out to get you. Nobody is. These woods are just dark and deep. She paused to take a breath. Sorry I bumped into you. I really don’t mean you any harm.

She slid back another step to give the other woman some space. Her orange eyes flicked to her bleeding, stinging wound but quickly skipped back up to the stranger’s face. It was hard to tell in the dark, though her features looked almost pinkish, particularly her eyes and nose. In contrast to Towhee’s dark, tough exterior, she was all feminine grace.

I’m Towhee, she said at last.