Redhawk Caldera cus in my castle i'm the freakin man.

I'm such a pest.

The pack's Xi was in a thunderous mood this afternoon, following an argument with Raven over her continued attitude with the outsiders. Didn't her sister see that she was still acclimating? That she was trying? Why didn't she get any credit for that? Besides, some of them were downright repugnant, like that Ivy chick. Towhee wanted nothing to do with them. Why couldn't she just avoid them to keep the peace? The caregiver expected so much more of her: Raven wanted Towhee to really embrace the newcomers (who weren't so new anymore). But the youth didn't understand why she kept pushing it so hard and not accepting the fact that Towhee was who she was and would never be down with anyone she perceived as an invader.

Grumbling under her breath, she tried to work out her negative energy through a patrol. She stopped short when she spotted a familiar silvery shape in the distance, heading in her direction. Finley appeared to be on a mission, judging by the way she was determinedly zigzagging along the borderline. Was she hunting? Or had she caught the scent of an intruder? Either way, the Xi kicked it into high gear, galloping forth to close the distance between herself and her godmother.

"Aunt Finley? What's up?" she panted when she reached her. Her eyes drifted to the Alpha's swollen sides and some of her foul mood began to clear up at the clear reminder of her upcoming baby siblings.