Redhawk Caldera Solutions to my gloom.

If the way she spoke made her appear slow, the opposite could be said of her current company; she said perhaps the smartest thing Towhee had ever heard. Of course, she couldn’t actually hear the woman’s tone, though the incredulous look on her face when she said that single word told Towhee a lot—and made her snort a laugh through her nose.

No forgiveness needed, she assured in her slow, garbled speech. You’re wise, Bassetki. She paused before adding, I’m Towhee. If you don’t live here, what brings you to the area?

Maybe she was part of one of those packs which roamed after prey, though if she was, what was she doing here, asking for fellow hunters? Towhee hadn’t forgotten that original inquiry, though she still didn’t know how to respond. The phrasing made her so curious.

And what do you mean, ‘a man of no account’? she decided to ask outright.