Redhawk Caldera Stars Align Perhaps

Towhee felt rather keyed up lately, what with war on the horizon, and she did her best to work out her energy with near-constant patrols. X kept her company, occasionally winging out of sight and returning. She assumed he must be hunting, though he always returned empty-handed. When this happened again just now, she quirked her brow up at the raptor, who circled tightly overhead. Unbeknownst to her, he let out several shrill cries; Towhee, of course, did not react.

X eventually banked hard and landed in front of her, directly in Towhee's path. "What's up?" she said, a little taken aback and a lot curious. The bird immediately sprang back into the air and the she-wolf pivoted, orange eyes tracking him as he disappeared back toward the length of borders she'd just passed. Brow furrowed, the mercenary licked her lips and followed.

He led her directly toward a white figure crouched near the boundary lines. She barked a thanks to X, then galloped toward the outsider, her head and tail arching as she approached and brusquely commanded, "State your name and business."