Redhawk Caldera Brass knuckles are brass knuckles.

She should have known that her summons—not to mention the sight of a large bird of prey perched on her shoulder—would draw attention. Somehow, Towhee wasn't prepared for it. When a familiar gray figure swooped into view, his face full of wonder, she jumped. Her ears splayed and she glanced behind him to make sure no puppies were in tow, her orange eyes then sliding back to Lagan's face to catch the last few words of his comment.

"His wing's broken," she began to explain to Lagan, her voice cutting off when Raven glided into view, her face equally full of intrigue. The hawk sprang closer to Towhee, wedging himself between her forelegs. She blinked downward at him, then back up at her elder siblings to finish answering their questions. "His wing's broken. I was hoping you could help him, Rave." Her eyes skirted to the side, almost a little self-consciously, as she added, "I mean, he's a red hawk..."