Redhawk Caldera that's a technical on the good neighbors.

Their efforts fell on deaf ears, though Towhee didn't remain oblivious to the two gray ghosts lurking along her borders for long. She'd spent even more time patrolling since Killdeer's birth (not to mention her run-in with Slate), relishing her free time even as she kept her home carefully guarded from unwanted outsiders. Perhaps twenty or thirty minutes had passed since the pair's howl when she spotted them and hastened toward the pair of...

"Blackthorns?" Towhee guessed when she came close enough. Their look was pretty unmistakable and she fancied they smelled familiar too. Perhaps they came from Frosthawks, though she couldn't personally place them. She was getting old; she was a grandmother now, so it was her prerogative to forget things. She smirked to herself as her orange eyes floated between their youthful faces.