Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

Towhee snorted awake, sitting up so abruptly that X jumped into the air in surprise (emitting a cry she didn't hear). She blinked rapidly, the dregs of her dream circling in her mind. She had dreamed that Finley had given birth and all the pups had come out black as night, because @Phox was secretly the father. Towhee's stomach churned uncomfortably as she grunted and heaved herself to her feet. She gave her body a good shake, head included, the last vestiges of the unwelcome dream thankfully rattling out of both useless ears.

Parched from sleep, she blinked at X, who spread his wings and hopped up onto her shoulder. The Alpha quickly swiveled and began walking uphill toward the caldera, eager for a cool drink. As she climbed, she spotted Quixote doing the same, their trajectories parallel. Eyeing the rabbit in his mouth, she altered her angle to make an approach. As she closed in on him, she nodded, aware that he couldn't engage verbally at the moment and that there were probably too many limitations for a conversation in ptero to be viable.