Redhawk Caldera runner, runner

She resumed her perch, which afforded Towhee a wide, sweeping view of the northeastern borders, and loitered there well past nightfall as she pondered her recent conversation with her uncle. Without realizing it, she began to drowse, though something caused her to jerk awake. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and peered at the dark landscape as she yawned and stretched.

She hadn't heard the call, naturally, and she might not have spotted the interloper near the borders if not for the two spots of bright cobalt looming in the darkness. Towhee froze and squinted, then darted downhill. Remembering again what Elwood had discussed with her, she made her approach. Truthfully, there wasn't much she changed about that; she arrived with a severe look on her face, her head and tail held high and stiff.

"State your name and business," she barked in her peculiar cadence.