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

She felt a ripple of heat shiver down her spine when he gave her a warning. Towhee's teeth clenched together against the riposte that wanted to escape. Neither one of them had done anything wrong. Tensions were simply increased this close to the den; it was an instinctual fact. She was irritated with some of her brothers, thought Nightjar was not one of them.

"Nothing personal. I didn't see you coming," she belatedly explained her initial overreaction, then moved on to his query. "Yes, of course. Why wouldn't they be?" Towhee couldn't pick up on his tone, of course, and so she truly didn't know what to make of his question.