Whitewater Gorge It feels good to mess it up

Naturally, the girl was wary, and Maegi kept a respectable distance at those small but fierce fangs. She nodded, slowly, in grave understanding. She'd have to lure her away somehow; they were much too close to the rapids for her liking.

But earning her trust was paramount.

I'm sure you do, she sympathized softly. What are their names? Where do you live?

Were Phox and Meerkat more bound to the Caldera, she would have recognized the girl by scent as a Redhawk. As it was, this was, for now, some random lost pup, so she was treating the situation like any other, rather than the kid gloves she might have employed had she known this was Towhee's child.