Redhawk Caldera Macabre midnight.

Cinar watched Towhee, eyes following her gesture to the fish. He shot up a call for @Alivia to meet them outside of the den before picking it up.

Joining up at Towhee's side as an offer of support, Cinar was glad to begin making their way towards an area he knew to be safe. He hoped the pups were either asleep or still out playing away from the den, they didn't need to see their great grandmother so beat up.

Want me to tell the others you were beating up an intruder? He teased with hopes of lightening the mood,  though he wasn't sure he would entirely understand whatever her response was.