Redhawk Caldera Dream walk for me.

Mouth dry, heart in her throat (and beating madly), Towhee stared at Finley's face. She felt a breath escape her when the Alpha female immediately declined Wildfire's request, followed by a small flare of indignation. She battled with these conflicting emotions even as her face screwed up at the mention of "Betty"; who on earth was that? Before either one of them could ask, Finley finished explaining her reasoning. It was all very sound, though Towhee couldn't help but glance at Wildfire in expectation of a rebuttal.

"Betty?" the svelte red she-wolf asked, forgetting to turn toward Towhee, who still managed to catch the movement of her lips.

Before Finley could respond, Towhee tossed in a question of her own: "We're going to war that soon?" Her heart was racing again, though this time there was as much excitement as fear. The war had always felt like some vague notion lying somewhere in the distant future. But now there was a concrete timeline (more or less). She didn't need to escort Wildfire to prove herself as a warrior; she'd get to wage war to prove herself as a warrior.

X shifted on her shoulder, his grip tightening, but Towhee's attention was zeroed in on the pack's matriarch.