Hideaway Strath Galgaldr.

Referencing our hunt roll, which was a failure. :P

Following their failed attempt to fell prey, Towhee slumped down in a shady patch on the outskirts of the rendezvous site, tongue lolling from her open mouth as she panted in the July heat and humidity. As soon as she caught her breath, she began to idly groom herself, beginning with licking the salty sweat from the pads on her paws and then moving to smooth the furs along her flanks. She spent an embarrassingly long time with her snout between her legs, as canines were wont to do, before sitting up straight and peering around as she debated what to do now.

Perhaps some of her pack mates still lingered nearby, despite the lack of a meal. She hadn't spoken to @Ruenna in a while, even though she was secretly one of the Kilonova's favored recruits. She knew she owed @Leen (and also @Jean-Pierre) a lesson in ptero. She'd heard @Pippin was here but hadn't really bothered to visit with him yet. And there was always @Rye. But Towhee wouldn't mind just catching up with and shooting the shit with anybody, including those she didn't know very well at all, like @Keyni and @Nebula.

Before she could call out or go looking for company, Towhee spotted a tawny flash through the trees. "@Dingo?" she shouted, though no one appeared. The mercenary squinted, then heaved onto all fours, now actively seeking one of the stars in their little constellation.