Hideaway Strath the one minute, the soldier's minute

If the hawk perched on her shoulder or her gesticulations seemed strange to him, he made no indication. It was almost as if he didn't notice either one particularly. Towhee vaguely sensed something amiss, though there was no physical evidence of such. He looked hale and there were no strange scents clinging to him. Notably, he didn't smell like any Blackfeathers she knew and the Kilonova had to remind herself to chill, dammit.

He spoke succinctly, which Towhee appreciated, especially right now. She was about to respond to his simple opening when he added something that made her clap her mouth shut in mild surprise. She hadn't known another pack had lived here, especially in the recent past, though Towhee immediately thought of those odd strangers they'd had to roust in the beginning. She made a thoughtful noise low in her throat, though she quickly filed this away as an interesting but not particularly important bit of information.

-"It belongs to Asterism Grove now,"- she answered, still entirely devoid of tone. -"I'm one of the leaders here. What are your skills, Winterbane?"- Only after she said his name did she realize she hadn't gotten it quite right, it was plural winters. Oh well.