Redsand Canyon Bid my blood to run.

Ruenna was not used to seeing Towhee on edge, but then again she was not used to seeing Towhee anywhere she did not rule the roost. To Towhee's silent question, she replied with the mouthed answer, trust me. She would have signed it in ptero, but she worried that the already dubious-looking auxilia would be suspicious if she gave any indication of the fact that she and Towhee shared a secret language. 

Ruenna's joke was met with humor by Towhee and Germanicus and stony silence by the auxilia. As much as it irked Ruenna for her friend to have such a cold welcoming party, at least Towhee would now have an example of the kind of attitudes they were up against here. Towhee would be able to advise her from a place of understanding, when they finally had a chance to speak privately. 

Germanicus spoke then, peeling back another layer of the political situation in Mereo as he touched on the bad blood between the packs. This was a piece that Ruenna had not told to Towhee beforehand. In Ruenna's opinion, the looming threat to Mereo was not the Saints, but Akashingo. As it was right now, the understanding between Akashingo and Mereo held on by a thread.

Ruenna gaze steadily at Towhee, hoping to project trust me vibes at her friend until they were able to conference. Germanicus offered Towhee a task right away; one designed to help her get to know the auxilia. However, her role as an evaluator was not likely to instill a whole lot of goodwill. Perhaps that was the point. Perhaps Germanicus didn't care if the auxilia liked Towhee. ..Perhaps he didn't want the auxilia to like Towhee...