Redhawk Caldera a little pony-tailed girl, growed up to be a woman

She couldn’t find fault with the stranger’s response; it was impeccably deferential. The growl died in Towhee’s throat, though she still glared as she read the words from the woman’s lips. She insisted she wasn’t here to seduce their men, though this disclaimer was met with a narrowing of orange eyes.

Then deliver it, she replied, eyes flicking past the she-wolf to see Alivia approaching at a hasty clip, to her, then take your coochie stank elsewhere.

She strode past her, tail still high, and caught Livi’s eye. Towhee’s expression noticeably relaxed as she beheld Rue’s daughter, the two of them meeting in the middle. The Redhawk signaled for Alivia to halt, shooting a quick glance at the unknown female.

Find out what her message is, then make sure she leaves, please. I don’t want her disturbing the peace, Towhee said, thinking of Killdeer and Amalia. You got this, she added a little louder, clapping a paw on a pale shoulder before sidling past her.

She was tired after her little sexcapade. Towhee didn’t even bother looking backward as she began climbing the caldera’s slope, keen to make her way to the Hobbit Hole to check in with her grandson and then catch some winks.