Redhawk Caldera Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake.

She cringed backward, gagging and spitting. She thought about wiping her tongue with her paw, then remembered that the lake was right there. Towhee pivoted and bent over it, quickly lapping up some water, swishing it, then spitting it out again. She couldn’t count the number of tiny bodies that floated on the surface.

Towhee raised her head, meaning to shoot a hairy eyeball at the hovering cloud of gnats. But there was a dark wolf standing there. And despite the slight similarity in palette to Ridgeback, it wasn’t him. Towhee’s fur prickled as she realized she had no idea who this stranger was or if he was welcome here.

And who the fuck are you? she blurted before she could stop herself, his ninja moves easily riling the emotionally depleted Redhawk.