Heron Lake Plateau oh to be alone with you

His opinion of the Redhawks fell lower — if that was even possible — when he saw Screech hurl a gob of blood onto the ground. His hackles raised and he uttered a low growl, wanting to race right back into the Plateau to tear apart those bastards. Why his friend even considered them his family still was a mystery. He gave a mistrustful side glance towards Niamh as she arrived, remembering how she sided with the dark woman back there. Despite her sharing the same attitude towards the band of Redhawks, he still shifted his weight, possessively moving closer to Screech a little.

He turned then to the one-eyed boy as he spoke, features falling as he mentioned a certain agreement he and this Towhee had come to. Like hell he would he was about to become a Redhawk. He opened his mouth to interject. Screech couldn't possibly be considering taking up her offer...but then he continued and Redshank was stunned into silence.

He swung a glance at Niamh, then back to his friend. Even with his proposition that they may move on if they caused enough ruckus, Redshank wasn't convinced that Screech didn't just prefer them over his own friends. Friends who had stood by him and had had his back during the fight. "What the fuck?" he suddenly shouted, voice breaking. "You're joining them?" He bristled even more, tail lashing in frustration. He would've slapped Screech if he could. "After all that? After everything they've done t'you? You said it y'self — they're a fucked up family, they don't even care about you." Redshank disregarded whether that was actually true or not, too caught up in the heat of the moment to actually consider Screech still wanted to be with his family. "Y'can't just..." What about their plan?