Bramblepoint I learned that from the pizza man.

Moments later, the bobcat lay dead at their feet, its shredded remains seeping into the soil underfoot. Towhee panted as she glanced over at Hydra, admiring the savage image she cut with a chunk of the feline's viscera clenched in her teeth. Despite herself, Towhee's tail wagged in unison with her cohort's. She might be an outsider, yet she had won the younger girl's respect three times over now.

Speaking of which, Towhee opened her mouth once she caught her breath to say, "Sorry I was such a butt last time." She pursed her lips and dropped her eyes for a second, then looked back up at Hydra to catch a response if there was one.

But before the older youth could make a reply, Towhee suddenly realized that there were bleeding cuts on Hydra's body. The sight made her a little woozy, though not nearly as bad as if it was someone from her pack. It was funny how that worked. She thought of offering to call for Raven, then hesitated. Should the Redhawk medic be spending her time and resources on someone outside the pack?

She decided she shouldn't involve her sister, though Towhee did ask, "Do you need any help?" Maybe she could lick Hydra's wounds. That wouldn't be so bad. Actually, it would probably be a good way to redeem herself for her previous bad behavior.