Redhawk Caldera Brass knuckles are brass knuckles.

Towhee's request took Raven by surprise. Not because of the fact that it was a hawk and that entire situation was completely unusual, but because of Towhee's tendency to be a merciless hard-ass. Though she knew that her younger sister had a soft side, it showed so rarely that Raven sometimes forgot it existed. She grinned with approval at Towhee, feeling a little glow of pride in the girl. The young warrior never failed to surprise her, it seemed.

Before she could answer Towhee, Lagan spoke up and asked if the hawk was "special or something". She could think of a few answers to that, but she left it to Towhee while she instead focused her attention wholly on the injured raptor. Taking care not to move too quickly or get too close, she eased a little closer so that she could get a good look at the hawk's wing. Judging by the awkward position in which it rested on the bird's body, along with the dilation of the bird's eyes (likely caused by stress and pain), Raven agreed that his wing was definitely broken. But what to do about it?

She pursed her lips, eyeing his wing for a few moments before commenting to Towhee by both speech and signaling, -"It's definitely broken. But I'm not sure how I can help him in a way that he'll understand. His wing needs to be immobilized, but I have no means of doing that. I could give him something to help with the pain, but I'm not sure how safe it would be for birds or if he would even be willing to eat it."-