Grouse Thicket Hakkerskaldyr.

Normally, Towhee would react immediately and accordingly to a stranger's presence, especially so near the plateau. But she was a little apathetic and a lot distracted right now. She afforded the male a loud blink, noting his hungry gaze dropping to the dead grouse. She felt a jab of possessiveness over her kill, which faded quickly. She wasn't even hungry.

"You can have it," she said in a dull, clunky voice, when a thought struck her and her eyes narrowed. "Unless..." Towhee's voice trailed off for a moment, long enough that the next sentence almost didn't seem linked to the prior one. "Are you with the Firebirds?"