Redhawk Caldera he's the one who likes all our pretty songs

The guardian took a step back when Hux approached Wildfire (who reproached his gentle touch), ears splaying uncertainly as she watched the scene unfold. The invalid seemed rather disoriented, which made sense. She was practically a living skeleton, plus she'd just knocked her noggin on Towhee's solid chest. Slowly, though, she collected herself. It was a little difficult to read the feathery movements of her lips, though she apparently wanted nothing to do with the cave. Towhee shot a puzzled glance at the other guardian as if to verify she'd "heard" correctly.

"How come?" she wondered. She didn't have any qualms with relocating Wildfire somewhere more open, though Raven might not approve. "It's probably better if y—" she tried to argue, though Wildfire was already on the move. Towhee considered physically stopping her for a second, then decided she didn't care enough to take that kind of action. Plus, Wildfire clearly didn't want to be touched right now.

"I'm Towhee Redhawk," the guardian answered as she moved to shadow Wildfire's steps, after exchanging a quick glance with Hux, "and I have no idea. You just showed up at our borders and passed out."