Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

It was a little difficult, though not impossible, to read a stranger's lips (not that Towhee had much experience with it one way or the other). She was able to discern the three words spoken to and about her. A faint smile teased at the corners of her mouth, yet she quickly schooled it. Much as she had thrilled during the chase and capture, she still wasn't entirely certain how she felt about associating with someone who most definitely wasn't a Redhawk.

"Thanks," she did think to say, her voice slow and garbled as usual. "You too." Perhaps it would have been polite to introduce herself then, exchange names and information, but that wasn't really in Towhee's nature. Instead, she watched as the silky black youth bent down to begin consuming the coyote, lips pressed together and body motionless.

Raven, of course, wasn't above niceties. "What's your name and where are you from?" she asked from behind Towhee before scooting closer to her younger sister and quickly signing Phox's whereabouts (she had made him stay by the edge of the woods). "Thank you for helping Towhee eliminate the threat," she added, smiling down at the top of the Xi's head.