Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah came at an easy lope, slowing when he caught sight of Towhee perched on the ridgeline. The sun caught along her scars, and for a second he just took her in— then he padded closer, stopping a few paces off.
Didn’t mean to crash your talk, he said, voice low but even. Didn’t realize it was… something private.
He shifted his weight, tail giving a small flick. That brown male— Rodyn, right? Who is he?