Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

Nightjar explained with simple words, which were easy on Fox's simple mind. Even though Wildfire and Raven were brilliantly intelligent in different ways, she found that speaking to Nightjar was always a bit of a relief. When she asked for more detail, he didn't spew out a long-winded speech about this or that. He said only the bare minimum, something she could only assume he picked up from her side of the family.

"Broke?" she asked, though it was a rhetorical question. "It looks fine from here," observed Fox. She pondered moving in closer, but nothing about his ear looked out of the ordinary. It was still just the same ear she'd always seen on him. She was aware that her own left ear was missing a small piece out of it, though that didn't really make it "broke." It was an aesthetic difference, that was all.