Redhawk Caldera We're the guys that stop the monsters.

last time they'd been at the caldera, blixen had been restless over her mother, sick with worry, refusing to move from her self imposed vigil but for that time she patroled with towhee. this time she's on a vigil of a different sort, and happy to be making up lost time with her mother - but she's restless for a different reason and it's bothersome, to say the least. furi can take care of herself, blix tells herself about forty times a day, like a manta. you wanted her to come, she reminds herself, between mouthfuls of meat and before she closes her eyes to sleep. 

and it's true: furi can take care of herself, obviously, considering she'd been living on her own before eske scooped her up. and blix isn't competitive enough to think too hard about who was better at being a gona (the answer, though, was obviously blixen, who'd never brought home a bunch of strays because they looked sad -- but this is irrelevant to fighting, which is what war is about). but there's a lot of variables still and all of blix's attention has to be on mother. she has a job. 

she frets anyway and hates it.

honestly she's not expecting to see her -- cousin? aunt? let's go with aunt this time -- as much as she enjoyed their last patrol, she remembers that towhee didn't seem particularly fond of them being around. but then again, it's different this time now they've got a common enemy. either way it's a welcome surprise and she gets up from her spot (where is she definitely not watching the general direction furi is in, not at all) and trots over, expression bright. "hey, towhee!" she chirps, remembering to speak up, "who're you looking for?"