Redhawk Caldera rejoice, because you're trying your best

Towhee made a loud, impatient sound and cuffed a heel in the dirt when Elwood silenced her with a look. Nonetheless, she obeyed, and even turned a critical eye upon Titmouse as he told his story. Her expression grew uglier every second, then openly incredulous when he called himself a warrior. She lifted a lip in distaste when he glanced ever so briefly in her direction.

When he appeared to be finished, Towhee waited a beat, then faced her uncle. -He conveniently forgot the part where we ran into each other in the forest a few days ago. He cussed a bunch, then ran off when I asked him if he was Titmouse,- she signed so that her wayward brother couldn't overhear.

She paused, shooting Titmouse a speculative sideways glance, then faced Elwood again. -It's your call to let him back, of course, I just thought you should have the full story.- Having gotten to say her piece, she resigned herself to the fact that her godfather would most likely welcome Titmouse back. And despite how he'd behaved previously and her usual distaste toward outsiders, she couldn't deny that she was intrigued by her litter mate's return.