Redhawk Caldera Old man needs food as well.

Towhee bode her time, carefully assessing the food shortage and trying to suss out her godparents' thoughts on these matters as the situation grew more dire day by day. There was an obvious solution, though neither Elwood nor Finley took any particular action. They were gentle and softhearted, she knew, and so the youthful mercenary decided to take matters into her own hands. She would do their dirty work.

She targeted one of the wolves she knew the least, whose scent betrayed his advanced age. When Towhee finally tracked him down, she discovered that he was not alone. He and Lagan were sharing a fox pulled from a cache, while a dark she-wolf lingered nearby. Like the latter, the Xi simply paused and observed for a moment, orange eyes growing narrow and narrower as she peered between the two unfamiliar wolves (ignoring her brother entirely, for the moment).

At length, she stepped forward. "You," Towhee said loudly, voice clunky, "and you." She pinpointed the elderly male, then the unfamiliar female, as she spoke, so it was abundantly clear who she was addressing. "You need to leave." Towhee let those words linger for a moment, before elaborating, "Not just this area, but the pack. There's not enough food to go around and the Redhawks and Blackthorns are the priority. Lagan and I will escort you peacefully to the borders."