Redhawk Caldera Light the fire, stir the cauldron.

Well! How was that for a non sequitur? Towhee gave her great grandson a funny look, then smiled right before her face melted into a contemplative expression. Not only had she beat up her fair share of wolves and other beasts over the years—and taken her lumps too—she’d actually maimed and killed.

Does a bear shit in the woods? she quipped. I’ve beaten up too many someones to count. She paused, debating whether to joke about it or take an opportunity to lay some more serious groundwork. Getting in physical fights isn’t as glorious as you might think, though. I don’t enjoy hurting others, though sometimes it’s necessary to protect yourself, your home or your loved ones. For instance, if anyone or anything ever threatned you, I’d beat the shit out of them in a heartbeat.

Unaware that he wanted specifics, the Elder tilted her head at him, once more studying his expression and wondering what might be going through that little noggin.