Sun Mote Copse Women, who run with the wolves

Replete with fish, Towhee moved slowly around the copse's borders. The contents of her gut sloshed if she moved too quickly, though a leisurely pace lent itself to a patrol; it gave her more time to really scope her surroundings. Nothing much was going on today, which was well and good. She hoped to wrap up her circuit and get back to Sugar for their session. Hopefully by then, her meal would be a little further along her digestive tract and she wouldn't feel like a stuffed goose.

A burp had just worked its way up her throat right as Towhee noticed Wraen. The instant their eyes met, the mercenary hiccuped reflexively and out it came in a smelly plume. She chuckled at the timing, waving away the odor even as she began to close the distance. Towhee couldn't help but notice how much better she felt after letting loose. Her stomach felt a lot less stretched.

"Fishy burps are particularly dank," she said in way of apology, in case the the stench lingered. "What're you up to?"