Redhawk Caldera Macabre midnight.

Well, shit. Good thing he had been paying attention when Ptero accompanied the Redhawk's speech. Enough to pick up familiar pieces, anyways. Maybe it was time to learn a third language.

Searching her face for a moment, he soon concluded that the blood was from her tongue. Towhee wasn't going to die from that, probably. Do you want to go back to the den? He asked, I'm going to call Alivia either way. Whether or not the healer would be able to do much, he didn't know.

He was going to question her about the stranger's scent, but it wasn't the priority right now. He doubted that someone would come around to push an old lady and immediately leave, anyways - it was more likely that it was an accident and the scent had nothing to with it.