Redhawk Caldera Who knows how to use a flamethrower?

She started when X abruptly landed in the snow a yard away, kicking up a sparkling shower of white granules. Towhee scarcely looked at him, immediately pivoting instead to look behind her. The tension that quickly built in her muscles relaxed just as rapidly when her orange eyes clapped upon her godmother's familiar face. She managed a weary smile as she trudged toward Finley, taking a moment to glance back at the hawk and nod. Taking his cue, X winged back to a higher perch.

"What's up?" she said, ignoring the momentary urge to speak in ptero. The less she moved her body parts right now, the better. On that note, she did something she rarely did at the borders: Towhee plopped onto her butt. "Our caller was impatient, evidently," she said, motioning toward the trail of paw prints before shaking her head with a dismissive snort.