Bramblepoint There's a new sheriff in town.

Alya had the vague notion that she was not supposed to be out alone, but surely Brambelpoint wasn't too far from home? Her sisters would know if something was wrong, and besides, being confined to Moonspear rankled her like nothing else. She travelled through the trees on a warpath, grumbling to herself about the unfairness of life and those Blackfeather fuckers as she went.

Until a familiar scent reached her nose. Not someone she'd met before, but someone who Hydra had spoken of, on occassion. Curious to finally meet the mysterious Redhawk girl, Alya followed the scent and - conscious of the disability Hydra had spoken of - made a wide arc so that she could approach Towhee head-on.

Finally, she moved from between the trees and caught sight of the dark shewolf, only to stop short at the odd sight that greeted her. What was going on here?