Redhawk Caldera a n o a n a

He glanced at her with surprise, and then shook his head. ”Die? Oh, no,” He said, as he began to rove around, looking for a feather. He knew he had a couple tucked away near his den site from a pheasant kill, but felt there might be some duck feathers near the lake’s edge from all the migrating birds. 

”Just because you can’t see one, doesn’t mean it’s not there…That’s why we need supplies. If we’re not prepared right, the monster might just stay invisible.” He said. ”They’re like us. Sometimes they’re shy, sometimes they just wanna be left alone, sometimes they’re grumpy- they’re highly misunderstood creatures.” He informed her sagely. ”This one likes feathers. So once we find some, we’re gonna wear them in our fur, an’….Well, I’ll tell you the rest once we get feathers,” he chuckled. ”Look! There’s one!” He said.

The hawk feather was bedraggled a bit, but still reddish in hue. He smiled faintly at the coincidence- a hawk feather, found  near the place Towhee once lived.