Lake Rodney And even monsters can do good in this world.

She gave a name, nothing else. Towhee heaved an inward sigh. Did she really care about this stranger? Truth be told, she wanted to get out of here and lick her wounds (physical and otherwise) in privacy, forgetting about this embarrassing encounter altogether. But something gave her pause. Didn't curiosity, she mused flatly to herself, kill the cat?

"Towhee Redhawk," she answered. "Are you from Moonspear? I'm a friend of Hydra's." Her throat clicked. With Phox in the wind, Towhee had an irrational urge to shove away everyone else who remained dear to her, from her godparents to her sparring companion. This was the first time she'd ever really lost someone and it fucking hurt. She wasn't keen to repeat it—ever—and one way to take care of that was to avoid being close to anyone...

She shook her head lightly at herself. It was a stupid and, moreover, lonely notion. She would never follow through. But she felt a coldness sweep through her that had nothing to do with the below-freezing temperatures out here. And an emptiness too.