Redhawk Caldera An only child of the universe

The stranger's mouth moved, though Towhee certainly couldn't read lips from this distance. "Hang on," she said to the hawk whose talons dug into the skin behind her shoulder blades. A second later, she was running again, making a beeline straight toward the outsider, who went from a nondescript smudge to a svelte pewter she-wolf with yellow eyes that distinctly reminded Towhee of her older sister, Raven.

She braked to a halt so suddenly that the raptor clinging to her was flung forward and forced to flap his single good wing in order to avoid being thrown. "Sorry!" Towhee yelled, feeling distinctly out of sorts having to divide her attention between the outsider and the—stupid freakin' bird, she thought irritably as he managed to situate himself again.

Doing her best to ignore him now, Towhee's orange eyes pierced the gray(scale) wolf and barked, "State your name and business." Unbeknownst to her, the hawk punctuated this demand with a loud hiss.