Redhawk Caldera I am not a hero.

For someone who couldn't hear, Towhee listened very closely, hanging on her godmother's every word. She smiled, her chest inflating a little bit, when the Alpha female acknowledged her skills. She sensed the "but..." coming and braced herself for it. She really wasn't surprised when Finley directly fingered her pain point, though she did wonder: was this a trick question? Towhee's ears flicked backward and she frowned, albeit thoughtfully, trying to recollect her most recent encounters here at the borders.

After a brief deliberation, Towhee signed, -That depends on the stranger's behavior. Is he standing there, patiently waiting, and showing respect for his surroundings? Then I'll keep my approach businesslike: not friendly but not unfriendly either.- She paused, cocking her head. -But if he's being disrespectful or doing something stupid—like trespassing or stealing food—I go in for the ki—the attack,- the guardian finished, changing tack mid-word.

She paused and blinked her orange eyes, then put her forefeet back on the ground. She felt fairly confident in her answer—and pretty sure her recent behaviors had matched up well with this hypothetical—but Towhee fidgeted slightly, wondering what Finley would have to say next.