Redhawk Caldera Bosses are bad, dude

The streaked fur along her shoulder blades bristled at the words, "Chill, man," though it pleased Towhee that she could understand him so easily. Unwittingly, she did as she was told and forcibly relaxed, especially when Nightjar added that he hadn't really intended to steal her meat. Her growling ceased, through her expression remained rather humorless as she let her jaw go lax, dropping the rabbit to rest atop her paws.

"Good, because you're not getting it," she shot back. If it was intended sarcastically, it was impossible to tell; as ever, there was no particular tone to Towhee's speech. She knew some folks had trouble understanding her and she subconsciously hoped that he was a special case in that regard too, that this was a two-way street.

Suddenly, her nose wrinkled and she squinted at him. "Is that you?" Something smelled extremely flowery. It struck her as kind of funny, as it was such a delicate scent for a brawny male like Nightjar. But Towhee was able to hold back the smile that threatened to curl the corners of her mouth.