Redhawk Caldera We are the dreamers

Truthfully, she didn't care much about his answer. It was just a formality before she started trying to get him to go away. But two things happened which improved Towhee's attitude significantly, at least dampening her urgent desire to drive off the outsider. Firstly, he reacted with immediate and unquestioning submission even while succinctly answering her question. His lips were strangely easy to read, to boot. Secondly, a familiar bump to her shoulder heralded Phox's arrival. The Xi couldn't help but be gladdened by her favorite brother's presence. She did try to fight the smile that crept over her lips, though she couldn't and instead hid it behind his ear, which she nipped in friendly greetings as he addressed their "guest."

She was the guardian, yet Phox was much more of an ambassador. Towhee was happy to let him take point when it came to speaking. She did think to mention, "His name's Nightjar," to her sooty cohort. Something suddenly struck her. "Isn't that the name of a bird?" She paused for a beat before adding, "Wait, isn't that—" Towhee's voice cut off abruptly as her orange eyes shifted to the agouti wolf. She squinted at him, feeling a mix of curiosity and annoyance. She had definitely heard that name before, more than once. Was this seriously yet another of the Redhawks' prodigal sons?