Redhawk Caldera Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little hell to raise.

No sooner had they sheltered beneath the three than heaven's gates opened and a downpour began, so sudden and heavy that Towhee could feel the silent rush of it before she even turned around. The leafy summer boughs overhead did a good job of blocking out most of the rainfall, though a few drops did make their way through to drip on her pelt. Towhee shivered automatically, then glanced at her companion as she settled.

"Are you a hunter? By trade?" she guessed. Although he was still an outsider, that meant he could contribute more than she could right now. That put a sour taste in the youth's mouth, though she kept her expression as blank as possible. "What's your name, anyway? I'm Towhee."