Redhawk Caldera bedroom calling, better pick it up

Following a long patrol, Towhee padded to a tree just inside the borders and flopped down to take a rest, chin falling onto her outstretched forelegs. X circled for a moment before coming in for a landing, kicking up a shower of sparkling snow that draped over the Alpha's prostrate form. Only her eyes moved, watching the hawk, before she let out a soft woof to invite him closer. He hopped forward and nestled down beside her right shoulder blade, his sharp eyes vigilantly scanning the nearby horizon.

She fell into a doze, though she snapped awake the instant she felt X's wing joint bump against her cheek. Towhee lifted her head and rose to her feet in one fluid motion, squinting along the borderline. It was just Clover approaching from further within the territory. The yearling made a rumbling noise and shook the dusting of snow off her coat, then blinked herself properly awake and turned to face her little sister.