Redhawk Caldera Crush toast.

Towhee woke up today and chose acceptance. She was sick of the endless internal monologue re: her fertility. She would just let nature run its course, whatever that meant, and try to live in the present rather than fret about the past, the future, the what-ifs—all of it.

Practicing what she preached, the Elder roused early, performed a rigorous patrol of the caldera’s rim, then went looking for breakfast. She returned to the Hobbit Hole late in the morning, a rabbit in her belly and another in her mouth. The latter wasn’t quite dead, though two of its hind legs were broken and unbeknownst to her it was screaming pitifully.

She rather unceremoniously dropped the poor creature just outside the entrance to the Hobbit Hole. Towhee let it flop around in the dirt as she woofed a note to @Carolina Redhawk and @Lyric Redhawk. With a flick of her tail, she then trotted upward to perch on the hillock just over the den’s wide doorway, giving herself a great view of whatever the pups did with the doomed rabbit.