Redhawk Caldera Some kind of animal.

She still hadn’t had a chance to catch up with her brother and Wagtail, though they would have to wait a little longer. This afternoon, Towhee wanted to carve out some time to touch base with @Leto and Delos. She particularly wanted to get to know the latter and perhaps begin a regimen of Ptero lessons.

She could search for them, though the Redhawk pulled the age card and settled herself beneath the dogwood tree overtop the Hobbit Hole. From there, she summoned mother and son with a howl. Towhee then sat back to wait in the shade, head tilted slightly as a slight breeze ruffled the leaves overhead and sent dapples of August sunlight over the hilltop.