Redhawk Caldera I will fight you for eternity.

The fur on her shoulders, black threaded with white, prickled when he made a comment about idiots; she immediately (and erroneously) thought he was implicating her. Towhee's features went stony, though as he continued speaking, it became clear he hadn't been slighting her. She let out a breath, then blinked a few times when she realized that this was an opportunity lying in front of her. She had already succeeded in completing Finley's task, yet if she wanted to get in some practice as a certified master guardian and aspiring Beta, then recruiting yet another worthy wolf certainly wouldn't hurt her case.

But she didn't know the first thing about "Coyote," at least not yet. Ignoring his questions in pursuit of her own fancy, Towhee said, "I'm from Redhawk Caldera, one of the longest-lived packs in the area. My parents and godparents founded it several years ago and we've been going strong ever since." Her chest puffed up a little. "We don't have any formal alliances, though the packs Drageda and Moonspear would fight with us. We don't need any additional help and I'm not even sure we have room in the caldera's ranks. But maybe, if you have something to offer...?" Towhee trailed off, a brow quirked.