Redhawk Caldera ...and then everything goes screaming off the rails and it's our asses.

Almost as soon as Elwood tried to comfort her, Towhee withdrew from his attempts. He took a step back as she moved away, ears shifting back towards her as she proclaimed that she wasn't sad, she was pissed. Even in her distorted, toneless voice, he could hear the anger in her words. She explained her theory regarding Phox's whereabouts, and Elwood felt conflicted. Part of him didn't blame Phox; this was all a lot to handle, especially for the yearling firebirds. But at the same time, if what Towhee suspected was true, he had abandoned his family in their time of need.

He opened his mouth to reply to his goddaughter, but didn't get a sound out before he overheard Fiadh proclaiming that she would "fucking show those Blackfeather wolves." He turned to look at her with wide eyes, although he really shouldn't have been surprised. Not only was she Finley's daughter, but she spent a lot of time around Towhee, who certainly didn't have the cleanest vocabulary of the bunch. He found himself simply shaking his head, choosing not to comment on his daughter's lexicon at the moment. It wasn't that important in the scheme of things.

"I'm upset about Phox too," he said to Towhee, somehow knowing that his admittance would fail to placate her. "And it's okay to be mad at him." He almost added, "Maybe he'll come back," but he reckoned that -- at least for now -- Phox had earned himself a black mark on Towhee's list of family members who were now outsiders. "There's nothing we can really do about it now...but I'll spar with you, if that might help you get out some of your anger," he offered. It would be an opportunity for Fiadh to observe, as well, if she and Colt stuck around.