Redhawk Caldera I'll interrogate the cat.

He rejected her plea and Towhee stood there, stone-faced, though her eyes followed her uncle's every movement of lip and limb. She appreciated the sentiment and the fact that he was trying to sympathize, yet he would never understand what it was like, not really. The same went for the wolves who better understood ptero, like Phox and Raven. No one could ever know how it felt, save perhaps for another deaf wolf.

He offered to translate for her, which was something her siblings could do for her, though Towhee didn't want to overlook the effort he was trying to make. -Maybe,- she signed. That wasn't her only qualm with outsiders but perhaps it might help her accept the status quo: they lived here now and were a part of her life. -But, please, Uncle Elwood, can we patrol now?-