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

Although she wouldn't claim to see as well as her raptor companion, Towhee's sharp eyes made up in part for her inability to hear. She quite quickly located Blixen's slim red form, noting that she looked a little less youthful than the last time they'd met. Her orange eyes followed Blixen's every movement as she caught sight of Towhee and made her way over, clearly happy to see the deaf yearling despite Towhee's general lack of warmth.

She managed the most fleeting of smiles for her sister's daughter and readily answered, "You. I want to make sure I'm—we're all—ready for what's about to happen. Spar with me." It was a mixture between a demand and an invitation. Towhee's expression hardened as she awaited a reaction, not because she disliked Blixen or expected her to turn her nose up at the suggestion—quite the opposite, actually—but because there was nothing quite as sobering as preparing for war.