Redhawk Caldera Crunch time
All Welcome  January 12, 2018, 02:27 PM
Quixote
Redhawk Caldera
Zeta
He wasn't used to waiting this long. His birth pack had been a well-oiled machine when it came to deciding to go attack and actually doing so.  Quixote had thought that the whole thing would be over by now, but instead snow was still deepening and time still passed.  It had to be soon, right?  Soon.  Soon™.

After his last scouting trip he'd figured that maybe they'd be ready to go. Instead, here he was, running on adrenaline and lack of sleep.  It was not a good thing.  But perhaps it wasn't surprising -- he'd been spending all this time studying how simple things could go wrong, how if Blackfeather wanted to attack, the invaders might be the ones with the upper hand.  Hopefully, though, it wouldn't be an issue.  Hopefully things would go as planned, they'd all return victorious and he could have a great nap.  But still it nagged him, waking him when he did sleep at every crunch of a twig.  Maybe he should hunt down a medic that might have something to knock him out for a solid night.  Quixote's reclusive behavior had pretty well put limits on that, too.  He wasn't entirely sure who to ask.

For now, though, he was heading to the cache. If he wasn't going to keep his mind sharp by sleeping, the least he could do is have some food to keep him alive in general.  Maybe with something in his stomach it'd lull him off to dreamland.  A quick glance to the early afternoon sky warned him of the approaching snow -- and getting to the cache before it had even more of the white stuff burying it would probably be a good idea.
January 13, 2018, 01:21 PM
Towhee
Redhawk Caldera
Gamma
Towhee squinted across the glaringly bright and snowy landscape, her internal monologue quiet for the moment, her usually roiling emotions simmering innocuously at present. It was the proverbial calm before the storm within the mercenary's breast. They would march within days, the battle would be fought (and won), and then...

Then life would go on, without Phox. This thought caused her jaw to clench and she turned, picking her way toward a stockpile. It was difficult to eat, though Towhee knew she must stay nourished if she wanted to be in fighting shape when the time came. She had made a point not to eat anything with her wayward brother's scent markers on it.

When she arrived, she found she wasn't alone. Ears flicking, she regarded Quixote coolly. "Hey, Quixote," she said, putting a strange emphasis on the first syllable of his name to prove she'd understood his previous correction on its pronunciation. Her lips curved into a tight smile, but only for a moment.

She approached the snow-covered cache, dug at it and began nosing through the contents. She found a frozen stoat drenched in Phox's smell. Her stomach clenched and she rather abruptly tossed it in her pack mate's direction before resuming pawing through the proverbial refrigerator.

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January 13, 2018, 11:40 PM
Quixote
Redhawk Caldera
Zeta
Quixote was the exact opposite.  Though normally pretty calm, even when he got dragged off to fight, right now his normally mundane thoughts had warped into particularly rabid badgers.  Maybe he should go smack his head on a rock and knock himself out for a while.

And there was Towhee emerging across the way and he paused to let her take her pick of the cache. Hey, he responded simply.  He wasn't quite sure why she ended up tossing that particular stoat to him, but he'd take it with a thankful head bob.  The scent on it smelled kind of familiar from around the pack lands, but it wasn't someone he actually recognized.  And wasn't one that he'd traipsed across recently.  Maybe that was why.  Well, as long as it didn't poison him...  He picked up the stoat, carrying it away a few steps before setting it down on the ground again.  He wasn't sure if he'd chow down here or haul it elsewhere, but he was wondering where she was, mentally.  If only to confirm his own brain wasn't dragging him too far off track.

Once she'd made her choice and assuredly looked up again, Quixote spoke again, Think you're ready?  He then realized maybe he wasn't entirely clear, The war or whatever you want to call it.  Longer we wait, more I expect they'll show up here in the middle of the night instead.  It was perhaps the worst result he could think of -- everyone getting picked off one by one or in small groups as they slept or roamed about up to their own business, not expecting anything.  Warnings going out late, blood spilled on the wrong land... Maybe he should go over those defensive plans again, just in case.

And so instead he'd be snapping at shadows until something happened.
January 14, 2018, 12:07 PM
Towhee
Redhawk Caldera
Gamma
Somewhere near the bottom of the pile, Towhee found a deer leg that had probably been stashed there since the summer. She picked it up in her teeth and carried it to a spot about ten feet away from Quixote. She dropped it and then slung herself down a heartbeat later, long legs stretched out on either side of the dismembered limb. She rolled her left paw to grip the larger end and hold it down as she began gnawing off strips of frozen venison.

Her orange eyes flicked in her pack mate's direction, watching as his mouth moved. She continued chewing the tough, gamy morsel in her mouth before replying, "They don't know we're planning anything, so there's no reason to expect they'd storm us first." Towhee made to tear off another strip of deer jerky when a thought struck her. She froze, head cocking, before saying, "Unless someone tipped them off somehow... but how would that even happen? Who would do that?" There was no skepticism in her voice (it was as flat as ever) but it was written all over her swarthy face. She shook her head.

After a few more bites, she belatedly answered Quixote's query: "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Towhee paused. "But you're the expert, aren't you? Do you think we're ready?"

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January 15, 2018, 05:41 AM
Quixote
Redhawk Caldera
Zeta
He settled down with the stoat, nibbling at it a little but it was pretty well frozen through.  He pulled it up to his chest to try and thaw it out a little bit if possible.  Can always be coincidence.  But I mean, you mentioned the conflict to me before I joined, he said with a wry smile.  All it might take is someone saying something to the wrong person without realizing the gravity of it.  Given that much of the wolves in the area weren't used to conflict, it seemed a reasonable mistake for the uninitiated to make.  He wouldn't count it against them.  This time.  Well, unless people died, then he might.

He tried the stoat again while she replied, gulping down a piece that came free this time.  I think we've done as much as we can without waiting until the thaw.  If we had a few more months, I'd suggest training in squads.  Then assign stuff from there.  At least that was something that could be done once this was over, then future plans could be more refined, pointing certain squads at certain areas and that kind of thing.  And then they'd be ready if there was a next time, even though there hopefully wouldn't be one.

A pause, Hell, you said Moonspear might be helping too?  What happened with them?  He didn't know what to think about that.  Had they decided it wasn't worth it to punish those who were being ill-behaved?
January 15, 2018, 10:18 AM
Towhee
Redhawk Caldera
Gamma
He pointed out her loose lips to her and Towhee felt a bolt of indignation. She stopped eating and gritted her teeth. Quixote was right, though. Something as thoughtless as a slip of the tongue to the wrong person could have given their enemy a heads up in the war. Towhee kicked herself mentally, then tried to steady herself with a deep breath. She resumed chewing, though only halfheartedly.

Anyway, it was easier to read his lips when she wasn't attempting to swallow gobs of aged deer. She pushed the leg aside and sat up a little straighter, squinting at Quixote as he spoke. She didn't normally take to outsiders very quickly, though his resume definitely helped him here. And, truthfully, with Phox gone and half the pack squirreled away elsewhere, the territory had grown too quiet, even for the deaf wolf.

He dropped a rather dreaded word and Towhee's face hardened. "Titmouse fucked that up for us," she said harshly, then paused to mull before continuing, "I have a hard time believing that pussy is capable of murder. But he definitely played some part in a pup's death there. He ran, leaving Gannet behind to take his punishment. They're holding him there, presumably only until he heals, but..." Her voice trailed into momentary silence.

The whole situation was very confusing, especially considering her relationship with Hydra, which she decided to mention now. "I have an ally there, Hydra, who has a plan. She has a contact who was supposed to take her to the leader, though she said we could have him show us where they keep the hostages instead. But she told me about this when I thought they had Phox. I don't think that anymore. And with everything else going on, I haven't spoken to Hydra in days. I told Uncle Elwood and Aunt Finley about this idea, though I'm not really sure what they think. And when the time comes, I'm going to do as they ask and go wherever they need me." She appreciated Hydra's offer, though in the end, the Redhawks were Towhee's priority.

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January 16, 2018, 02:32 AM
Quixote
Redhawk Caldera
Zeta
Pointing that out had apparently touched a bit of a raw nerve.  Screwing up was part of learning, though, and as such, Quixote didn't seem to be doing anything about it other than pointing it out that single time.  His expression was quick to change as Towhee mentioned the reason for the Battle of Four Armies becoming the Battle of Three Armies.  Onward to the land of increasing negativity.

It was starting to give him a sense of deja vu, and he put down his food for the moment as well, tucking it again up to his chest.  If Titmouse was innocent, then here was potentially another spark that could cause the sort of chaos that Quixote grew up in.  Ugh.  That's sounding familiar.  And not in a good way.  If you believe he's truly innocent, does that pack have a lot of like.. hyper-emotional sorts then?  I dunno, from my limited experience, if someone's murdered, it's usually pretty damn obvious if you've got a suspect to compare to.  Noses generally functioned well for figuring out such things -- killing someone usually required close contact, after all, but he wasn't going to mention non-functioning noses to someone who had non-functioning ears.  Even with his penchant for saying stupid things, it sounded like a bad idea.

Though Hydra was the wolf he met ages back -- without knowing her name -- what she'd said to him had taken the another irrational reason off the table: superstition. The possible rescue plan, though, started sounding kind of like figuring out someone's father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate, and if pack relations were now in question...  An ear tilted to the side as he ran the whole thing over through his brain a second time, obviously looking for a shorter distance between the two points, Hopefully won't be needed and we'll just find anyone trapped there while searching for Blackfeathers, call it good.  But I'd imagine trying to patch things over with Moonspear, get Gannet back, and figure out what the hell Titmouse did are on the agenda for after the fighting ends?  Quixote was quite happy to help with whatever was necessary, even if he was currently visibly grim.  All he wanted to do was stop a fire before it hit the peat bog or coal vein and burned for a few decades.

And it was more for his currently over-active brain to work through.  Again he wondered if he should have chosen to stay out of this.
January 16, 2018, 11:52 AM
Towhee
Redhawk Caldera
Gamma
"I don't know if he's innocent," Towhee said quickly, though otherwise she waited for Quixote to finish before embellishing. "I have no idea. I don't know or care much about them, other than Hydra. All I know is that Tit's a fucking dumbass and it sounds like a total clusterfuck." Talk about succinct.

Her ears twisted backward at his next few words, as if she could hear them and found them distasteful. She didn't, though she was also quick to say, "I'd like Gannet to be able to return safely, but otherwise I don't think anyone gives a shit about making nice with Moonspear. It sucks that we won't have the extra muscle, but we have Drageda, don't we? And as for Tit, well..." Maybe it would be nice to know the story, yet Towhee legitimately couldn't care less about her litter mate, and it showed by the look on her face.

"I know," the Gamma said a beat later, suddenly heaving onto all fours, "that your tactics require a lot of thinking and talking. But can we take a recess and get in some sparring? I have this move I came up with this morning that I want to try out on someone. I tried to do it on X, but he flew away," Towhee added with a bit of a predatory smirk.

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Yesterday, 04:56 AM
Quixote
Redhawk Caldera
Zeta
It didn't sound like it was being handled all that well, but he guessed that if it was the alphas' kid, they were probably pretty mentally screwed up from their pup dying or whatever. He'd give them a little bit of leeway, but he was still of the opinion that it should be handled all nice and official-like.  With level heads and no growling.  Yep. Sounds like garbage.  Or a headache. Probably both.  For this moment, avoiding the latter was probably a good idea.

This conversation was certainly proving that Towhee was definitely not a diplomat.  Neither was Quixote, but he'd be willing to try -- be trash at it, but try -- for the sake of trying to have peace for a while so he could relax and learn what it's like to be stuck in conflict.  He was not in a position in the pack to be able to negotiate even if he ran across them.  He'd have to be careful in the future, but since he wasn't planning on going on any adventures their direction until the Blackfeather thing was dealt with.

A spar?  Well, that would certainly wear him out a bit more.  Can do -- but I warn you I'm tired as hell,  so if you knock me out in the process just let me sleep. My damn brain hasn't shut up in what feels like a week.  Quixote seemed bemused by his own suffering -- it was kind of ridiculous when you got right down to it. He dipped his head to take a final chunk out of the stoatcicle before picking it up, dragging himself to his feet, and placing his aside so it wouldn't get stepped on. That done, he turned back to her, Specific scenario or just go for it?
Yesterday, 09:17 AM
Towhee
Redhawk Caldera
Gamma
It seemed that every time she sought a spar, something threatened to disrupt it somehow. Towhee didn't want an easy win, she wanted to get in some legitimate practice. She rolled her eyes at him a bit, though she understood at the same time. It was hard to eat, sleep or do much of anything around here with everything hinging on the upcoming battle.

"I'd be happy to knock you out," she replied gamely, tail giving a twitch. Her orange eyes tracked his movements as he took another bite of food, then rose. Towhee didn't catch anything after "scenario," not because she looked away and missed his words but because she abruptly pounced, rearing onto her hind legs as she sprang forward to try and put Quixote in a headlock.

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