Cedar Sweep Such owls as you.

She licked her lips at this bit of information, ears folding backward. -"What I'd really like to know,"- she voiced in response to Elwood's question, -"is how in the fuck people are getting to the ravine beneath our notice. We guard the pass and there's no other way to access it, as far as I know."- At the moment, that included Niamh, although Towhee was naturally less concerned about her presence there.

-"Pardon my French,"- she added for both her daughter's and godfather's sake, drawing in a steadying breath. -"All I really got was a name: Rowan Blackfeather."- There had been a middle name or something, though Towhee discarded that fact as unimportant. -"I told him to scram. I wasn't about to beat a kid's ass, even if he was a Blackfeather,"- she grumbled, looking at Fen, who was staring blankly ahead as she listened to the adults' conversation.

She shook her head with a muffled growl. -"It might've been a one-off, though I don't know. And I hate it,"- she admitted before another thought entirely struck Towhee. She raised her head a little to look into her uncle's face. -"Hey, how are things over there? Niamh told me about Colt."- She shot Elwood a sympathetic frown. -"How hard up are you guys?"- she questioned baldly.