Redhawk Caldera The front lines - the edge of death

When the stranger saw fit to posture pretentiously, Towhee's lip curled at the blatant disrespect. "We don't need your handouts. Get away from our borders, now," the young guardian replied. Even if she had known a food shortage would strike in the coming days, she would've turned her nose up at meat offered by someone who clearly thought too highly of herself. She punctuated her words with a growl and a sign that even someone unfamiliar with ptero would easily understand: -Get lost!-