Redhawk Caldera I'm not sure how orange correlates with black in a way that's new.

Towhee felt like her heart would beat out of her chest as she stood panting on the borders, blood dripping from her jaws. It wasn't hers; it belonged to the dead wolf currently pinned beneath her. She had caught him snatching some meat from one of the caches just inside the borderline and attacked on sight. They had engaged in quite a ferocious struggle—Towhee was a little surprised the sound hadn't drawn attention, although she was only guessing that it had been an awfully noisy fight—but she had emerged the victor.

After catching her breath, she slid off the still-warm corpse to assess herself. Her mouth may have been full of his life blood, yet she hadn't escaped unscathed. There were contusions all over her, including a deep bite wound on one of her white-streaked shoulders. She managed to twist her neck to lick it clean, then moved on to her other, smaller wounds, tending them one by one. Towhee knew she should call @Raven or go find her, yet she also knew the medic's energy and reserves were already being sapped by their (unwanted, in Towhee's opinion) guest.