Redhawk Caldera I will fight you for eternity.

Towhee didn't know what to make of his theatrical display, so she decided to ignore it and answer his next question. "It's very tightly-knit," she said, "and we expect hard work and loyalty." She wasn't actually sure which principles her godparents felt were of utmost importance, though surely they wouldn't frown on her cherry-picked choices. "It's not easy to get in or gain the pack's trust; you have to earn it. If you fail to do that within a month of acceptance, I'll personally throw you out." Hypothetically speaking, of course...

The next few things he said didn't make a lick of sense to the young she-wolf. Tack ticks? Skeleton lords? Old person party? She repeated each of these things in her head, then patiently waited for some contextual clues, yet they were not exactly forthcoming. Towhee sniffed a bit impatiently, though her head canted when "Coyote" mentioned a gift. Little did she know they were both surfing the same brainwave, though she tucked her burgeoning idea into a back pocket for the moment.

"What are tack-ticks and skeleton lords?" she wanted to know when it was her turn to speak. After he (presumably) explained, Towhee observed, "It sounds like you're a mercenary, like me. Have you fought in any wars before?"