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The slight, assertive intonation in Towhee's normally flat tone matched Fennec's feelings, and she suddenly felt better about it.  Towhee wasn't telling her she couldn't do other things, and who knew, maybe she'd come to be better at them.

Yeah.  I've been going around a little, but Sugar talks a lot. This wasn't a bad thing, but she liked patrols with Towhee sometimes because talking wasn't even an option mostly.  To talk to her you had to stop.  It let her get a real feel for the sounds of the place.

Did you live here, before? Fennec asked, somewhat suddenly.  It seemed like they knew a lot of wolves here, who in turn knew a lot of others, and she still wasn't exactly sure how all these packs tied together.