Redhawk Caldera Bosses are bad, dude

Well, Towhee was still pretty young, even if she didn't really look it. There was lots of time for her to find something that reminded her of being a kid. For Nightjar it would always be the flowers. They weren't a major part of his childhood but there was just something about them that reminded him of his sisters and of home.

"Yeah. Raven and Wildfire," he corrected, "were both pretty into plants when they were little. But actually, I just hung out in flower patches a lot. As for mum and dad... I didn't really hang out with mom much." It was probably a little strange. Nightjar was the most like Fox of all his known siblings, with the exception of maybe Towhee herself, but they'd only hung out a small handful of times. He'd been closer with his father and his godparents than with his own mother. "Dad was pretty cool though. Did you know he killed his own daughter once 'cause she attacked Wildfire?" That had been one of Peregrine's crowning achievements as far as the wild Nightjar was concerned. He'd always looked up to his father after that.

"How well did you know them, anyway?" Elwood hadn't been very clear on that.