Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

Towhee noticed the way Quixote positioned himself so that she could more easily read his lips. She smiled at him, appreciative, and nodded understandingly at his words. "Fair enough. I don't think Aunt Finley will mind us visiting, so long as we come bearing gifts. I think it'll score points with her if we make sure she knows it's coming from you." She winked, then quipped, "More importantly—since I'm the Alpha and all—it scores points with me." She grinned smugly.

Motioning for him to follow, she began to pad in the direction of the Beta pair's whelping den. Towhee wasn't really one for small talk, though she knew she'd have to carry the conversation as they traveled. "Do you have much experience with pups?" she wondered, peering sideways at Quixote. She figured it was smartest sticking to questions that could be answered with a simple "yes" or "no" gesture.