Redhawk Caldera heart attack and vine

Upon spotting a familiar dark figure, Screech slunk from the dark and set his sights upon them, eager to begin the interrogation. He really needed to get a handle on the difference between Raven and like, every other black furred wolf, because the figure he approached was not her at all - this time it was Towhee. Expecting a snide remark or utter dismissal, Screech cut to the chase and turned away as if to leave her - sparing her only a brief glance as he passed - but then she spoke.

Her comment was less a suggestion and more a demand, and at this moment Screech wasn't sure which he'd have preferred. He wasn't angry with her for lording her power over him (Was that normal? Did it usually bother him? He couldn't tell right now) and when given the opportunity to put his energy to use in some way, even in the manner of a spar, he decided he wasn't going to back down. But he was sullen all the same; saying nothing, the boy squared himself to her position. Did she need a verbal cue? She wasn't going to get one.