Redhawk Caldera Paul is dead.

Towhee snickered as Reyes ran with the trope. -"I'm wondering what Hydra would do to me if I went over there and harassed her son,"- she mused, snorting at the thought. -"I'm sure he's an excellent choice, it's just the principle of the thing, you know?"- she added, just in case her comrade was taking any of this seriously.

Instead of answering her question, he mentioned a recent trip to the Frosthawks. Her eyes brightened at the mention. -"Thanks for the message."- Her feet kept walking as her mind strayed to her sister's pack, wondering about everyone there. As far as she knew, everybody was doing well.

-"I'm just about done with this circuit,"- she said, -"and I was thinking of doing some hunting. I'd love some company."- Towhee was still casually toying with the idea of dropping her secondary (and mostly unused) trade to pick up hunting in an official capacity. Hey, it wasn't that strange to change careers during middle age, right?