Redhawk Caldera ...and then everything goes screaming off the rails and it's our asses.

As if things hadn't been crazy enough as of late, Towhee had recently informed Elwood and Finley of Titmouse's mishap with Moonspear. The Alpha male was thinking about all of this at present as he patrolled the eastern border, turning it over and over in his mind. There was nothing he could really do about it -- his hands were tied with the looming war and Drageda's presence within their territory. And he wasn't sure if he believed that Titmouse was even actually able to do something so heinous; there had to been some sort of mix-up, he knew it.

An ear-shattering scream suddenly pierced the air, jerking him out of his reverie with a start. He looked around wildly, his hackles standing in a ridge along his spine, and soon saw the figure of Towhee barrelling across the terrain, followed by Colt. She was moving quickly and there was anger etched into her frame as she plowed through the snow. Elwood watched her dumbly for a moment, unsure of what to make of the situation as his goddaughter drew nearer and nearer with Colt trailing along behind her.

"Towhee!" he yelled, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to hear him. He began loping with the intent to intercept her, hoping that she would slam on her brakes before there was a collision.