Redhawk Caldera Stay away from the streets [m]

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Green light? Perfect. Niamh was ready for this, or so she thought. She had a bunch of questions, and was fully prepared to launch a volley of them at Towhee without really giving her much time to answer, as per usual, when she suddenly clamped her muzzle shut, and reconsidered. That might not be the best way to have a good conversation- and this Kaertok guy? Obviously if he made Towhee want to go back for seconds a year later, he must've been something else. So rather than asking questions without really listening for an answer, she tried to rein in her enthusiasm and structure her interview, starting with what she found was probably her most pressing question.

“Well for starters, what's he look like?”

It was an innocent enough question. She assumed Meerkat might've gotten some of her resemblance from him simply because she looked neither like Towhee nor Phox in terms of pelt colour, and from what Niamh could remember of Towhee's other family members (such as Screech and Orca) she didn't resemble them, either. She also wanted to know just so she had an idea of what her friend found attractive, simply out of curiosity. While Niamh couldn't be considered a terribly observant wolf, she couldn't recall ever seeing Towhee gush about another wolf, nor had she shown much indication that she fancied any of their packmates.

“And what's he like? Or was it pretty much just a business call?” She asked.