Redhawk Caldera Saving people, hunting things: the family business.

-She won't let me kill her,- Towhee signed, and Phox pouted right along with her, squinting his eyes furiously at the intruder. -When we're bigger, we can kill whoever we want,- Phox said, certain that this would be true. But actually, unlike his sister (and late mother), Phox had no intention of killing anybody. At heart, he was kind, and he didn't mind strangers so long as Towhee was at peace with them. Which certainly wasn't the case right now.

He tilted his ears forward to listen to the conversation the adults were having, but it turned out to be really, really boring. So boring, in fact, that he quickly lost interest and turned back to Towhee. -Wanna go look for prey?- he asked. Like his father, Phox had taken a liking to hunting. Not that he was any good, but he liked to track things down and scare them out of their homes.