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Screech was able to evade her assault, much to her frustration. She saw Fiadh attempt to attack and hoped that her own landed somewhere. He tried to speak reason, and she decided to give him some small meager offering of a chance, and was even about to correct his assumption—that this was not the sole reason, though it was one of them—when he went on to state that Towhee was not her sister, but his. 

The absurdity of it silenced her for a minute, long enough for her mother to come out and tell her children to stand down. Still, Clover sat mutely in shock, until her mother's speech had finished. It was then she seemed to come to, and she shook her head. What the fuck is wrong with you? Towhee is our sister, she bristled, baring her teeth. You're nobody to anyone. Except for a heel. You turned your back on your sister. Remember? Her gaze was unwavering, the tiny Clover standing as tall as she could... but she was not very formidable or fearsome. 

There was a small part of her that wanted to trust him, too, though. That small part was the part that trusted Towhee. That part seemed to emerge in her willingness to listen—but she did not trust him herself, not yet. 

Not only that, but she was angry and irate. He had told her to relax and ignored her demands for him to get away from her home. As she stared him down, she noted a snout on him. In knowing so many (read: one) disabled wolves, she couldn't rule out the fact that his nose may be dysfunctional. That, though, made him a huge liability. And also, she thought mischievously, that meant he would be very, very easy to prank.