Redhawk Caldera I'm leavin' tomorrow, whatdya say?

Towhee came home and flopped down outside the Hobbit Hole, making no attempt to squeeze around Ruenna to get inside. Rue's prone body, while creating a barrier at the opening of the den, also served as a shield to block the tired mama from the little ones' view. Rue turned to the Sovereign with a sympathetic, knowing smile.

"Hey, while you were out, did you happen to run into that new recruit, Āzon? Fennec and I accepted him in the other day. Big guy, arctic, says he's a fighter. He's got the scars to prove it." Plenty of wolves had facial scars, but it had been the one red eye that really set the man apart. 

"OOF" Rue emitted, taking a surprising sock in the side. Apparently, one of the children had tired of climbing on Rue and decided to execute a full force-charge ending in a headbutt to her stomach. 

Rue swung her head around and closed her jaws around the little scruff of Caracal. His mischievous grin fell from his face in an instant as he was lifted, and he was clearly expecting some form of grim corporal punishment. 

Rue simply settled him down on the other side of her body-barrier, allowing him to run free on the lawn in front of the Hobbit Hole. He beat a quick path toward Towhee, looking for a protector in case Auntie Woo might have it out for him.