Heron Lake Plateau locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?

He recalled their spar and wondered how this could've happened, because she was quite skilled. Ambrose didn't want to admit it but he was genuinely concerned. Her retort made him smile a little more — there it was, that old spark! 

Then there was Towhee. She showed up just as Ambrose was opening his mouth to joke around a little more, asking about things in a much more concise manner. Yeah well, I only had a bear to contend with, and that's nothing next to a woman scorned, which was his backhanded way of saying, look at you, taking names and kicking ass, except it sounded pretty chauvinistic.

What happened? Towhee's voice cut in, and Ambrose stopped his chuckling and verbal prodding to glance at her. He saw the hawk and would've visibly paled if it were possible; he'd forgotten about her little pet. He responded before Fire could — She got in a fight, obviously.