Redhawk Caldera No, he's not on any flatbread.

once the stench had settled, tegan was once again drawn in by towhee's strange movements. what was she saying? he couldn't tell. but there was one moment that towhee made the same motion a few times. it seemed important. still unsure exactly what it meant, tegan repeated it with flimsy limbs after the second time towhee mimed it. -outsider- he seemed to agree, though the motion had no real meaning to him. -outsider outsider outsider- he made the motion over and over, the number of times he did it guaged completely on how towhee reacted to his movement.

then he continued to watch.

the rest of the story, though made no sense, was exciting. his little tail tip-tapped against the den ground, puppy-teal eyes alert. he didn't really follow any source of emotion throughout the story, however-- at least until towhee suddenly had an expression that screamed 'oh no!' 

tegan leaned forward.