Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

He instantly offered his kill to her and Towhee managed a thin, sleepy smile and shook her head. "I just woke up," she explained. "I'm not hungry. I'm dying for a drink though." She gestured with her own muzzle toward the caldera, implicitly inviting him to tag along. Surely they would pass by a cache on the way there.

But she was only assuming his destination. "We should take that to Finley directly," she said just before they arrived at the lake shore. She stepped toward the water's edge, digging her toes into the silt, and bent to lap greedily. Thirst slaked, she lifted her head again and licked her dripping jowls even as she said, "I can show you to the den if you don't know the way."