Heron Lake Plateau Down in the Valley

She had stepped on something during her patrol. Towhee hadn't thought much of it at the time but as she sprawled on the shore of her little islet, trailing her paw in the cool waters, she saw a puncture wound in the leathery flesh on the underside of her foot. It was swelling a bit. She swirled it around in the shallows, which soothed the slight ache of it and hopefully cleaned it too. If it was still bothering her by the time she set out again, Towhee would find Raven first and have her take a look at it.

With a sigh, she let her head sink down to her outstretched forelegs, only to jerk it up again less than a minute later when someone appeared on the main shore. Towhee's orange eyes dimmed a little when she recognized Colt. So he's back. She didn't know what to make of him. He'd fought with them in the war and meant a lot to Finley and the kids. But he'd attacked her quite personally. And apparently he hated X. Honestly, that rankled worse than his prejudices against her deafness.

There was no real desire to engage, so Towhee simply watched quietly from her little island, idly wondering what he was hunting.