Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

@Towhee 

Not long after her conversation with Eljay, she went out to look for Towhee. It had been almost three months since she had spoken to the current Sovereign of the caldera and she thought that given her brief stay here, she owed an acknowledgement and renewal of an old friendship. Phox had painted the big picture accurately - she knew, what had happened to her former subjects during her absence - but she was also curious to know, what was going on in that aspect of Towhee's life that her brother did not get to see (if there was such, of course).

As she walked through the lands and, trying to find the ruling queen's scent, it occurred to her that had all those years ago her first stop been not at Moonspear, but here - her whole life might have turned out differently. She smiled at Terance's then story about his first encounter with the Redhawk wolves, who had been supposed to be their friends, but turned out to be rock-munching, grumbling grumps. Wraen had never truly found out, who had been that wolf to make such a long-lasting impression.

But then... she thought more - perhaps for some friendships to form you need a certain degree of maturity. And it was very likely that younger Towhee would have not liked younger Wraen at all and vice versa. She stopped at a lake to have a drink, then lifted her muzzle to admire the mountain that the territory had derived its name from.