Redhawk Caldera runner, runner

When Finley welcomed the Frenchwoman into their ranks, Towhee fought the urge to roll her eyes. She badly wanted to leave, yet she remained in case her godmother needed her. She did slowly climb onto her feet, everything about her body language conveying testy impatience. A strange word ("breeding") kept passing back and forth between the two she-wolves, one Towhee would have to ask Finley about later.

For now, she kept her silence. When the newcomer declared she could find her own way around the caldera, the youth looked to the Alpha female, awaiting a signal of dismissal, then began to creep around the borders. It was late and she was honestly pretty tired but she was here, so she may as well finish up a midnight patrol.