Redhawk Caldera This universe can be so many things, and sometimes it is poetic.

When her godmother mentioned preparing others as well as herself, Towhee's head tipped thoughtfully. She made a mental inventory of the packs' members. Lagan was a lover, not a fighter, so he'd probably stay behind and look after the pups. Raven likely wouldn't fight either; instead, she would get to rise to the occasion as a proper field medic. Her own litter mates, Phox, Orca and Titmouse, could hopefully count as three more able bodies, though Towhee found herself cringing a little at the idea of her favorite sibling risking injury. She knew there were a few others in there, many of them strapping lads, as a matter of fact. They were in good shape, all things considered, without even considering Drageda's participation.

-That friend I mentioned, we're helping each other out; I'm teaching her defensive fighting and she's teaching me how to master the offensive side of things. But maybe I should train with someone else too, someone here? Maybe Uncle Elwood?-