Redhawk Caldera I'll watch over you.

She looked up triumphantly, blood glistening on her teeth, quite proud of her accomplishment. Her brow furrowed at Lagan's odd reaction. "Uhhh." She didn't even realize she was making the sound; it just sort of fell out of her mouth. Towhee's face contorted in confusion. "It was trespassing. It was probably going to go after our food." Although she didn't know why she should have to explain this to someone older than her, the Xi found herself feeling rather justified even as she explained. "You know, the food that should be going to your mom and her pups..."

If Lagan took an issue with how she dealt with trespassers on their borders, he probably wasn't going to much enjoy patrolling with her. "Maybe you should go," she said, not unkindly, her tail switching. "If you don't wanna see stuff like this," she added, sweeping a paw over the maimed coyote. She looked down at the carcass, which she normally would've left to the birds. But perhaps she should store it, in case Finley or another pack mate needed it. It seemed such a waste otherwise and meat was meat, even though Towhee personally didn't enjoy the taste of coyote much.