Hideaway Strath the one minute, the soldier's minute

The hawk seated on her shoulder directed Towhee's attention to the nearby pass as soon as the stranger appeared in their midst. The Kilonova raised her head, squinting at the dark, imposing figure with his muzzle pointed toward the sky. She couldn't hear the howl issuing from his muzzle, yet she stood and walked, stiff-legged, toward him, X still clutching her shoulder blade.

-"State your name and business,"- Towhee demanded, more tonelessly than ever. Her orange eyes were simultaneously sharp on his face and somehow distant as she addressed him, her entire demeanor entirely mechanical. Her expression was mostly blank, though something flickered across it as an errant thought crossed her mind: Blackfeather?