Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

Her head cocked at his answer. He'd thought she was a cougar and described her call as screechy. Well, damn. Why hadn't anyone told her about this? Towhee's eyes turned to slits as she thought of all the wolves in her life who could've mentioned she sounded like a donkey getting its ass slapped. For crying out loud... (literally).

Her nose wrinkled at the formality. "You can call me Towhee," she told him, "and don't worry, I'm not offended. I'm glad somebody told me, I had no idea I sounded like that." She muttered a couple other things under her breath, then queried, "So, who are you, anyway?"

She glanced at the surrounding mountainside, peeping for any sign of Hydra. But her friend hadn't shown up yet, might not appear at all. Towhee should not only work on her summons, she should probably find a new locale. Come to think of it, she had no idea why she'd reused this one. Aside from their one chance meeting here, it had never worked out particularly well.