Grouse Thicket Hakkerskaldyr.

He seemed bewildered by the instructions, understandably so. Towhee could've taken the out he unwittingly offered her, playing it all off as a joke. She really hadn't thought it through before spouting off. But for whatever reason, Towhee decided to stick to her guns on this.

She didn't notice his mumbling, though she did address the bit she had processed. "Okay, well, you don't have to actually throw it at her. You can just drop it at her feet or whatever. And... and..." She felt her fur heating up again, though this wasn't like before. This wasn't anger, this was shame. "And..." Towhee sighed and pulled herself up by her britches (speaking metaphorically). "Tell her I said I'm sorry. Could you do that for me, um...?" What was his name?