Redhawk Caldera On the mend.

It irritated him to be stuck in one place for so long. Being unable to move about according to his own desires (even if those desires had gotten him all screwed up in the first place) was not something Titmouse thought he'd ever experience, and it sucked. From his sequestered hovel of trees he could spy on the rendezvous site - watching kids roaming about, or Towhee coming in and out on her patrols, sometimes others - made him grow bitter, and fast. Before long he was refusing to talk to anyone at all and had resigned himself to getting fixed up; and to be honest, he felt like a captive all over again.

He knew he shouldn't think like that. This was home, these were his family. One look at Raven as she approached made him want to smile, want to be happy, because he was happy to see her the most out of everyone. Yet he couldn't bring a smile to his dour face, and only grumbled a low toned, Don't call me that, when she greeted him - ignoring the other comment entirely.