Redhawk Caldera Just go get beer.

Towhee could barely follow along, between her own panic and the emotions distorting the others' words and thus her ability to read their lips. This exacerbated the issue so that the yearling felt at a total loss. She just looked back and forth between the concerned (and slightly ballooned) Finley and the sobbing Fiadh, her body otherwise frozen.

Then a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. Without even consulting the two of them, the Alpha pointed her muzzle skyward and sent up a godawful racket, summoning @Raven to come and make an assessment. The act of bellowing as such was cathartic and helped clear Towhee's head a bit, so when it dropped back down, she took a step toward the crying girl.

Careful not to touch her, Towhee signed, -It's gonna be okay, Fi. Raven's on her way. Everything's going to be fine.-