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

"Good job!" Towhee praised (and simultaneously signed) when he parroted the word several times. "You're gonna be really good at ptero," she decided aloud. There was no particular reason she felt this way, she simply did. Hopefully all four pups would grow up fluent.

-Maybe I'll show you the cave someday,- Towhee thought "out loud" in the next moment, looking speculatively at Tegan, then his brother and sisters. -When you're older. A lot older,- she decided.

She wanted to try to wrangle the pups' collective attention again, make another attempt at story-telling in ptero. But they were much too little and short of attention right now. Towhee sighed but smiled affectionately at them, patting their heads and licking their noses as she signed, -See you later,- and headed out to attend some of her other duties.

We can work this toward a wrap, if you like! 10/19: I'm gonna ship it to the archives!