Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

Ivy frowned down at her snack.  She'd eaten down to the core - and even consumed half of it - but with the good part gone, she found herself losing interest.  Ah, well.  At least she'd found something to eat.  Food forgotten, she opened her mouth in a wide, slow yawn that thankfully remained silent even when her mouth closed.  She blinked lazily a couple of times before noticing that someone was talking to her again.

.. and also she was being circled by the female who was not a member of Redhawk Caldera.  Ivy raised one brow as her pale green eyes followed the wolf passing in front of her face.  Ah, no, she admitted plainly, clearly not ashamed of that fact.  Fighting wasn't her style, which she opened her mouth to explain, before snapping it shut again.  War, she repeated flatly.

For the first time since she'd caught on that someone was spying on her, Ivy looked directly at Towhee.  War? she repeated loudly with a frown, one eyebrow still raised.  Her original intent wasn't to acknowledge the other yearling at all, but the mention of something so outlandish served to force her hand.  And now that she was looking at her former packmate properly, she noticed a huge ass bird on her shoulder.  Though she didn't voice what she was thinking, a mental exclamation of "Oh, for fuck's sake.." was written clear as day all over her face.