Redhawk Caldera heart attack and vine

It was time for yet another patrol. Towhee heaved herself to her feet and scanned the skies for any sign of X. When she didn't see him, her gaze dropped, then narrowed when she spotted a familiar grayish shape skulking in her general direction. She normally wouldn't have called attention to herself, preferring to avoid Titmouse (or whatever he called himself), though a sudden idea struck her and a throaty bark burst from her muzzle before she could even think it through.

"Spar with me," she said to him, moving rapidly toward her brother, body language coming on more than a little strong. It wasn't a request so much as a command, her orange eyes glittering as if daring him to make a move.