Redhawk Caldera Who knows how to use a flamethrower?

It was strange to be home. Even stranger was feeling like it was strange to be home. It was an uncomfortable thing, but try as she might, Finley simply couldn't shake it. She had expected to return from Blackfeather feeling victorious and safe. But instead, she felt only guilt, remorse, and fear for all the things she had ignored in her fervor to destroy those who had threatened her family. There had been no time to consider all else that had gone wrong at home since declaring war on Blackfeather with the fight looming ahead. Now that it was over, angst over those things had joined the rotation of thoughts that were constantly battling for attention in her mind, which had become a chaotic wreck since coming home.

Fin too heard the call at the borders and, like a dumb ass, decided to answer. She was slower to arrive than Towhee due to the limp in her step and the complete lack of enthusiasm in her attitude. But the alpha couldn't help but feel like that was for the better as she came down a ridge and spotted Towhee alone but for her bird in the distance. Her heart tightened with a mix of joy and remorse - the former because of how wonderful it was to know that her goddaughter was safe again, and the latter because she had now allowed herself to be very aware of the fact that her vendetta against Blackfeather had directly caused Towhee to lose her closest friend in the whole world.

The Blackthorn picked her way slowly down from her perch to begin heading towards Towhee. Though she knew her goddaughter wouldn't hear her, she sent out a short call in the hopes that her hawk would be a good little bird and get Towhee's attention for her so she wouldn't have to over-extend herself in trying to catch up.