Redhawk Caldera Bosses are bad, dude

He couldn't say he wasn't expecting a poor reaction—in fact, he'd been asking for one—but unlike the rest of his known family, Towhee portrayed real aggression when she sprang aside and snarled at him. He was her superior in age and in the hierarchy, but even so, his ears splayed to the sides apologetically as he frowned at her and skirted to the side.

"Chill, man," he bid in a voice that was slow as ever but loud. He didn't mean to, but he subconsciously raised his voice as if it would make her hear him better. Oh, right, she couldn't hear anything anyway. "I was just playin'. I don't want your rabbit." Surely Towhee knew how to play tug-of-war? Or maybe she didn't? Nightjar was saddened by that thought. Tug-of-war was one of his favourite games and he thought it was a natural icebreaker, but evidently, it wasn't well received here.