Redhawk Caldera changing everything carefully

Towhee didn't care if they shared blood or bonds otherwise; having these outsiders camped out on their lands violated her every protective instinct. She couldn't decide if she should stick close to the rendezvous site and keep them away from the pups (and the pups away from them) or keep a constant vigil near their bivouac. She ended up pacing endlessly in between the two locations, eyes narrowed and a scowl on her lips.

When she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, the young guardian turned toward it and watched as a small red wolf moved away from the party. Towhee's bright orange eyes tracked her, the white-streaked fur along her shoulders and spine prickling.