Redhawk Caldera Old man needs food as well.

It would've been ideal if they'd taken her up on her offer of a peaceful departure, though Towhee had anticipated more of an adverse reaction, which was exactly what she got. She stood like a stone as the elderly male and his cohort refuted her right to issue such decrees. They were right, of course, but the Xi refused to back down without making her case. She was a little annoyed with Lagan siding against her, but he was even softer than his parents, so it wasn't entirely surprising.

"You would take food out of the pups' mouths?" she said slowly to all three of them, disapproval written into every line of her stiffened body. "Because that's exactly what's happening when these outsiders use our resources right now," Towhee continued, looking straight at Lagan now. "Any meat we can get needs to go straight to your mom and our siblings, not to old wolves who've already lived full lives, wolves who can't even contribute." She looked at Burke, orange eyes pitiless. "Or wolves who're perfectly capable of taking care of themselves elsewhere." Now her eyes bored into the black female whose name she didn't know.

She paused, considering fibbing by telling them she was acting on the Alpha pair's behalf. But that was one bluff that would be all to easy to disprove. Instead, Towhee's closing statement was, "My godparents are the good guys. I'm not afraid to be the bad guy for them, for my little brothers and sisters."