Redhawk Caldera I will fight you for eternity.

Bird and wolf stared at each other for a long moment before, abruptly, the hawk gave a shrill cry (Towhee saw its beak open wide) and haphazardly flapped into the air, careening rather wildly as it dove deeper into the woods. She stared after it for a beat, ears erect despite the fact she couldn't hear it crashing through the underbrush out of view. It then occurred to her to glance behind her and she promptly forgot the hawk as she pivoted on a heel and glared daggers at the stranger skulking in her direction.

"Who are you?" she demanded, oblivious to his two previous attempts to engage her. Her tail stiffened but did not raise; she was defensive, of course, but not nearly as aggressive as she might have been closer to the caldera. With that said, Towhee was well aware she was on her own away from her home, which played a part in the second question she barked at him, "You're not a Blackfeather, are you?"