Redhawk Caldera Family don't end with blood.

Her aunt's explanation lent a little warmth to the chill trickling through her veins. Framing was important and she supposed Finley's words made a lot of sense, even if Towhee literally physically shuddered and began shaking her head when it was implied she might leave one day. -No,- she signed simply, so resistant to the mere suggestion that she felt the need to make it known. -I'll never leave.- Towhee couldn't imagine anything ever compelling her to walk away from the caldera and its inhabitants. Maybe others would do it—and she supposed it was all right, per Finley, even if Towhee still didn't like it—but it wasn't for her. She would be a Redhawk Caldera wolf until the day she died.

The pup lapsed into a pensive silence for a little while following that exchange, though suddenly something sparked in her eyes. It wasn't joy but something like fear. -Phox isn't allowed to leave either,- she said, a sort of petulance to her emphatic signing. Towhee couldn't stomach the idea of any of her closest loved ones leaving (and would try her best not to think of it ever again after this) but least of all her constant companion. -He won't ever want to leave, will he?- she added, the question and its accompanying tremble crumbling her tough façade and betraying a moment of insecurity.