Heron Lake Plateau i.x : who was only a stranger at home

Towhee missed the call—naturally—but X swooped out of an ironclad sky to alight on her shoulder and tug urgently at the fur on her shoulder blade. "Fuck, X, don't pinch so damn hard," the mercenary griped. In the next breath, she rumbled, "Show me." The hawk just as rapidly took to the air again, winging off toward the borders.

When she arrived, she found Niamh facing off with what appeared to be Swamp Thing. Colt was there. Towhee's eyes swept the scene slowly and carefully, taking in every detail. She didn't rush forward—it looked like her pack mates had this well under control—but she did move relatively hastily. X hadn't alerted her for no reason, after all.