Heron Lake Plateau Down in the Valley

He got his head a bit in, but wasn't able to see much - the thick weeds were too much for even his rangy frame.  He pulled his head back and glanced around, pausing when he noticed he had an audience.

He couldn't avoid her forever, and didn't really care to.  If they were gonna be packmates then he wanted to like her.  So while part of him was tempted to ignore her like an ass and walk away, he didn't.

 He was about to yell, then remembered.  She wouldn't even likely be able to read his lips.  Just as that thought crossed his mind, a rusty shape shot from the tangle behind him.

He wheeled and shot after it instead.  Too bad Towhee was on the other side, he wouldn't have minded an assist.