Redhawk Caldera No, I don't have a harp.

There was no warning before Nightjar materialized. She couldn't hear his footsteps, nor smell him—he must have been downwind—as he made his unwitting approach. When Towhee saw movement out of the corner of her eye, she immediately leaped to her feet and began snarling savagely, the fur all over her body bristling as she bared her teeth.

When recognition registered, the growling ceased and her lips fell back to sheathe her fangs. Her fur flattened too, though there was a stiff wariness to her posture as she squinted at her older brother. There was absolutely nothing alarming about his body language and behavior. In fact, Nightjar appeared totally unassuming as he took a seat nearby.

"You here to keep guard too?" Towhee queried after a beat.