Redhawk Caldera I'll interrogate the cat.

She noticed her uncle long before he closed in on her position, largely ignoring him not out of coldness but simply because communication was much easier up close. When he finally came within range, Towhee looked up at him and thumped her tail exactly twice against the dry grass and unknowingly echoed his low woof. She considered sitting up but decided she was currently too comfy (and lazy) to move.

"Hi, Uncle Elwood," she said. Her orange eyes scanned him from head to toe, reading him. "What is it?" she asked, sensing there was something he wanted to say.