Redhawk Caldera This universe can be so many things, and sometimes it is poetic.

Fin looked at her goddaughter, a single brow quirking to show her interest. She had never been the greatest at coming up with names. Nicknames she was awesome at, but she was very aware that it was a little cruel to actually name a kid "Teehee". She glanced at the bird in the split second she had before Towhee revealed the name, wondering what she would name the creature. Probably "Dinner".

X worked too though. She looked from the bird to its owner, latching onto the new conversation topic easily enough. She didn't quite focus on what Towhee had mainly been trying to tell her, though. She was more intrigued to hear about this friend from Moonspear. Her goddaughter gave her no time to explore it though as she quite abruptly asked about the rising conflict with Blackfeather Woods.

In that moment, Towhee was suddenly no taller than her elbows and barely able to walk (lol she's never been able to speak right). The idea of sharing information with her about a potential war felt so unbelievably wrong. Towhee was this sweet little pup with big, hopeful, happy ideas about the world, still untained by reality. But then Fin blinked her eyes, and she was grown again - standing before her all tall and strong, looking stoic and serious, training a damn bird to do her bidding...

"Drageda's commander came back a few days ago to see Wildfire," Fin answered, "We spoke, and she's agreed to bring her wolves to the Caldera in a couple of weeks' time to confront Blackfeather with us."