Redhawk Caldera The Acorn

Her attention seemed to have been grabbed by the rabbit- until she spoke, revealing that there was something about his surname she found interesting. It wasn't a terribly interesting surname on its own- all leaves turned red in the fall, her supposed, except for those that turned orange or yellow- but that wasn't why she'd started at his surname, he knew. His ears flicked forward- there was only one reason she'd ask him about his surname, but he chose not to deny her question more than a second, and nodded. 

"Redleaf." He repeated, perhaps a bit more clearly, as the young male habitually spoke quite fast. He paused for a moment, assuming that perhaps she'd want more of an explanation of his family. "Name goes back to my grandfather. Most named after birds." He said, hoping that might give her a clearer picture. He didn't feel inclined to rattle off names, given that there were so many of them, and he didn't figure she had the time to listen to a spoken list of his family members.