Redhawk Caldera cardinal direction

A strange noise (not unlike a blast of flatulence) escaped Towhee when she felt her pack mate's paw make contact. She dropped and even rolled but it was too late. She was it now and Lagan was already spinning and taking off in Orca's direction. She unwittingly blew another raspberry even as she rolled back onto her feet and darted toward the two of them.

She didn't hear Orca's cry, nor really discern how the game had changed. There was only one thing on Towhee's mind at the moment: tagging one of them, preferably Orca so her sister could have a turn. Circling the pair like a shark, the Xi waited until her litter mate was at a disadvantage (dipped forward in a playful bow) before diving in and attempting to tackle the girl's upraised rump.