Redhawk Caldera Who knows how to use a flamethrower?

There wasn't often a noticeable difference in the tone her goddaughter used, but Fin heard her frustration, subtle as it may be. She had tried to think of the hawk more like Towhee did - as a friend, not a pet or some random weird ass bird that decided it liked being a servant to a wolf. It hadn't worked at all so far, but at the Redhawk's words, Fin felt her perception shift. Her best friend. Guilt swelled in her chest and once again, she felt that awful nausea rise in her stomach. She had driven Phox away. It was her fault. She had fucked up her family by trying to make it better. Again. Would she ever learn her lesson?

Towhee pushed past the topic though, and Fin was grateful though still full of guilt. The alpha nodded as she took in a breath and sighed. "It's all we can do," she answered, her mind slipping towards Elwood and the conversations they'd had since returning from Blackfeather and having a feeling she knew where this would be going.