Redhawk Caldera Who knows how to use a flamethrower?

Towhee didn't understand the question at first, answering with nothing but a slow blink. Then she realized Finley was referring to X. She glanced at the bird, who was now preening himself, his head twisted around nearly 180° as his talons firmly gripped the bark of the tree limb. The Gamma licked her lips thoughtfully, eyes ever so slightly squinted when they turned back to her godmother.

"X is a he," she said flatly (as she said most everything), "and no, I didn't teach him to do that. We've sort of developed our own mode of communication, though." Towhee shrugged, a motion which turned into an agitated fidget as she scuffed at the snow. She knew her relationship with the hawk had come under scrutiny from others in the pack and it caused her to feel defensive, especially because, "X has sort of become my best friend, now that—yeah." She didn't think she even needed to say that traitor's name.

"I don't want to dwell on the past, though," she continued after a loud exhale, staving off any inevitable discussion about Phox. "Now that we've won, we can start thinking about the future again now, can't we?" she mused speculatively.