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

Clover had been following the scent of her family, and oh, there was Fiadh! There was dad! There was Towhee! There was... 

Well, whoever that was. 

Clover bolted into the fray. What with war on the horizon, Clover herself had been practicing her fighting skills—mostly by assaulting her siblings at any given time, but also by attacking anything that moved. Anything. She learned to avoid rocks that the wind made stir, because those suckers hurt—but anything else was fair game. 

She still did have some stuff to learn, though. Skidding to a halt beside her sister, Clover's own tail waved wildly behind her. When we going to fight? Clover asked, and looking to her sister for confirmation in her next words, said: Because I think Fiadh and I are ready.