Redhawk Caldera This universe can be so many things, and sometimes it is poetic.

There was something highly comical to Finley about a wolf named after a tiny bird had adopted a big ass hawk. She'd seen the pair trolling about the Caldera together - Towhee usually cringing and swearing under the rake of the bird's talons in her fur. It was amusing, but not lost on Fin that the raptor was a fellow predator, and so it was an extra burden on their food supply and a potential threat her young. Not her current pups - those were big enough now to be safe, and let's be real, the little hellions could probably take a golden eagle out with ease. If the bird stuck around for her next litter though...

Finley heard Towhee's monotone voice as she was headed back to the rendezvous site with a freshly caught grouse in her jaws. She paused at the sound, hesitating only momentarily before turning to approach the pair. Her eyes swept across the shredded  bunny before landing on her goddaughter, who was grinning at her companion over a pile of sticks. Fin dropped her kill at her own paws before speaking. "When you gonna eat that thing?" she asked, smirking jestfully but not entirely jesting.