Redhawk Caldera Brass knuckles are brass knuckles.

Lagan watched, mesmerized with the bird as it stood near Towhee. She explained that his wing was broken, but Lagan still looked confused. So we moved him here to eat him or... He started to say before Raven arrived. When she did, the bird moved back towards Towhee as if he was trying to hide. More than hiding though, the hawk had just wedged himself into an odd position. Lagan inched forwards slowly to get a look while Towhee started to talk to Raven, completely ignoring them.

He blinked at it, head bent down to sniff it. He paused when he heard Towhee say help it. Help it? How? Why? It was injured and birds needed their wings to fly, for once Lagan actually thought it might be a better idea to kill something. He looked up, brows furrowed at his sister. Can you actually fix it? Is it special or something? He asked, glancing from one dark furred wolf to the other.