Redhawk Caldera We got no one to hide from

Towhee didn't hear the knock. She was sidling along the borderline, pondering the latest pack gossip. Evidently, Wildfire had been imprisoned by a nearby pack before escaping and arriving here. Several of the Redhawks were outraged over the news. Towhee didn't really feel much of anything; she didn't know or care about Wildfire very much. But she couldn't deny that the thought of waging war in some fashion excited her greatly. She needed the experience, so she hoped to be on the front lines if and when the time came.

In the meantime, the deaf guardian caught sight of a brown wolf lingering near the fringes of the territory. Her fur prickled, perhaps because of her war-mongering thoughts, yet Aunt Finley's recent feedback echoed in her brain. She approached swiftly and with a stern look, though she did not attack or even yell (on purpose).

"State your name and business," Towhee demanded in her usual overly loud and clunky cadence.