Redhawk Caldera I am not a hero.

Fin had expected some sort of protest from her goddaughter. It was no secret that Towhee didn't like outsiders, and her definition of such was far more broad than that of others. That her goddaughter accepted the challenge with little argument was testament to how much she had matured. She chuckled lightly at Towhee's comment and was about to respond when the girl continued. The question brought her to thoughtful silence as she considered - but it lasted only the briefest of moments before she answered with a broad smile.

"I do, and yes," she replied, "I can say with absolute confidence that if someone meets your standards, then they're definitely worthy of a shot to earn the Redhawk name." She smiled broadly, though the comment itself caused a pang of sadness to shoot through her heart. She had never and would never take the name of the pack's founders, no matter how much a Redhawk she became. She was a Blackthorn, and her family would always be Blackthorns. But Blackthorns needed Redhawks, so Fin would continue to delegate the name as her best friends had before. Preferably with the consent of their children, and there was without a doubt no more thorough a judge than Towhee.