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"War," Ivy said, twice. Towhee blinked, her eyes narrowing, her attention suddenly drawn to Hydra. Just because it would be easy to beat Ivy didn't mean they couldn't use her as a punching bag, though Towhee supposed that would make them no better than those foul Blackfeather wolves. She pondered that for a moment, until her cohort's next question surprised a loud blat of laughter from her. The hawk flapped his good wing in surprise, squawking indignantly before resettling.

"She's just a twat," Towhee responded with a merry look on her face. "Yes, war," she added, gaze shifting to Ivy. Are you deaf or something? she thought wryly. "We're warriors and we're going to war soon. If you're not going to help us, you should get lost," she added coldly, not forgetting that she—like so many others—had simply disappeared from Redhawk Caldera one day.