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

Journey's supplicating display did not last for long after Towhee turned her back — though she did make an effort to look small again if the woman happened to glance back. She doubted now that she would be attacked, though, and stood by with a sweet smile and a gently fanning tail. Short as she was, she felt little need to remain pinned to the ground, but she kept her body language calm and deferential to the younger female.

"Oh, no need to worry about little old me," she assured the stranger, unsurprised and unfazed by the aggressive greeting. "'Tis the season and all. I wouldn't take kindly to someone slinking around my territory like this, either — but, well, I've got a job to do, and needs must!"

It was awfully sweet of the young woman to reassure her, though. Journey felt no ill will or lingering unease toward the more aggressive female, but she liked this one already.

"My name's Journey, by the way," she went on, almost without taking a breath. "Pleased to meet you — ?"

She was hoping to learn just a little more about this place and this pack before being sent on her way.