Redhawk Caldera Brass knuckles are brass knuckles.

Towhee's off-key howl flew through the air with all the grace of a broken-winged bird, and although it made Raven wince a little as she heard it, she also couldn't help but smile. It was just one of those things about Towhee. The medic hadn't missed the summons specifically aimed at her in that howl, so she pulled herself to her feet from where she'd been resting at the base of a tall tree and got moving.

She wasn't far from her badger den, so it didn't take her more than a few minutes to get there. And when she did, she was greeted with a most peculiar sight: Towhee stood with a large hawk perched awkwardly on her withers, but neither of them seemed to be too fussed about it (although the hawk did look a little uneasy as Lagan stood there staring at it, confusion understandably written all over his face). Raven understood that a strange sort of kinship existed between birds and wolves, but she'd never expected to see it manifested quite like this. When Towhee's eyes were turned toward her, Raven said in a soft tone intended not to spook the bird, "Wow, Towhee! What is this?"