Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

To a certain point, he'd been glad he hadn't run into Towhee since her promotion.  He wasn't entirely sure how to treat her or how everything was going to work now.  Normally he was ultra-respectful to leaders, which given his history was probably unsurprising since it kept him alive longer.  But then again he was casual and snarky to his friends and peers.  What did that make her?  There was also the fact he had no idea how they were gonna be dealing with some of the mundane alpha-y stuff, especially when she also wasn't a super friendly sort.  He was afraid to even ask.  Hell, if she'd been able to hear, he might not have expressed any opinions about her when talking to Colt.  The trees had ears.

His ears, though, tilted slightly back, and even from that it was probably at least a little obvious he was going to treat her differently -- and not just with proportionate more respect.  It was proper to offer the alpha the food, wasn't it? Especially since he was just planning to stash it away anyhow -- might save him some effort.  Despite being limited in actually being able to say stuff, he was still going to try like the stubborn git he was -- if she'd been able to hear, he'd just wharglbargl and talk with his mouth full.  The best he could communicate was to wave the hare towards her and then cant his head.  He figured she of all wolves would likely be able to figure it out.  If she couldn't.. Well.  Maybe he was just an idiot.