Redhawk Caldera Macabre midnight.

Cinar did not often patrol at night, relying on his ears alone didn't make him the best candidate for it. However the days were growing shorter, and he was yet to adjust to it.

The sound of a cry straightened his ears, straining to hear anything further before he began a swift trot forward. He had his suspicions, but it didn't make it any less alarming when he found Towhee toppled over. The site of a fish worried him that she may have overdone it; the nearest lake wasn't exactly a short trip for someone who was elderly or pregnant.

But his questions aside, he rushed to the side of the elder to help her back up, being sure to cross in front of Towhee so she would have the chance to see him. Towhee, are you alright? She likely wouldn't be able to read his lips from where he stood, he knew that, it was more for his own comfort.

He could smell a stranger on her from here, sending his head whipping behind them to check if they were still present.