Blackfeather Woods confetti and trinkets

If it was possible, Tytonidae froze more when he leaned in and she caught a whiff of him. He smelled... musty. Not the bad kind (in fact, quite the opposite), but it was different from what she was used to. His whispered words sent a (decidedly mixed-signal) chill up her spine, and she swallowed hard. Still, Hawkeye wouldn't bat an eye at such things, Ty told herself. "Well, why did you spare me?" She knew that this wasn't a wise thing to ask, but she felt daring today. And why not? Even if she didn't end up catching the doe, at least she'd have a good story to tell. Y'know, five or six years from now when she wouldn't raise hell for trespassing on somebody else's land.

Ty was finding that being somebody else was much easier than being Tytonidae Redleaf-DiSarinno. "Hawkeye" lacked the baggage of a broken home, of failures, and of a directionless youth. Hawkeye was bold and uncaring. Hawkeye faced danger without so much as a stutter. Hawkeye was everything that Tytonidae was not. Maybe Hawkeye could leave The Sunspire. "Does your pack need more members?" she asked before she had a chance to think about the consequences of those words.