Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

A brow arched at his response. Before Towhee could think of how to respond to that, he started to shuffle away. "Hold up," the mercenary said without thinking, "what about it said 'danger' to you? I mean," she continued, holding out a foreleg in the universal gesture of, come on, "I'm really, actually deaf and I don't know what I sound like. Was it too loud or... screechy or something?"

That word made her mind blip briefly to her disenfranchised brother, though only for a moment. Her gaze settled on the stranger, studying his features. Although they didn't really look that similar, Towhee's thoughts suddenly shifted to another former loved one: Rye. He had gone missing sometime during the quakes, along with a handful of others whose fates she still didn't know, might never know. She frowned without realizing it, her heart giving a single throb of mourning as she thought of her old friend. Even more than Pippin, he had come closest to breaking down Towhee's romantic barriers.