Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

He disclosed a third reason for not crossing paths with the pack's youth: spending time outside the territory, attempting to recruit. Towhee's mouth opened, then closed. Had the Betas asked him to do that? She certainly hadn't. In Towhee's mind, the Redhawks didn't need to go scrubbing through the wilderness, searching for outsiders to drag back home. In fact, she actively disliked that idea.

"Did my aunt and uncle tell you to do that...?" she wondered. Regardless of his answer, she pondered a moment before saying, "I don't think we're in dire need of recruits right now. I appreciate your efforts but I'd prefer you spend your time closer to home, getting to know the wolves who already live here." But she wasn't going to harp on him; she'd made herself clear.

There was a brief silence before Towhee changed the subject slightly. "And this is random..." She paused, as if uncertain whether to proceed, then went ahead. "I don't want to bother my godparents with this; they've got new pups to worry about soon. But I've heard rumors here and there about Blackfeather wolves still stirring up trouble around the area. I don't know if there's anything we can do about it but I wanted to maybe pick your brain, since you're experienced and all.

Not right now, though," she said in the very same breath. "Nature's calling, then I've got to get around to a patrol. But I'll come find you sometime soon, all right?" Towhee gave Quixote a proper opportunity to respond, despite the urgent clamoring of her bowels, before nodding to him and retreating to pinch a loaf somewhere more private.