Redhawk Caldera Because I hate procedural cop shows!

Everything about the Eta's body language said play. It was the only language Towhee knew and she was already getting quite fluent in it, an aptitude that would prove crucial for her as she continued to develop one sense short. Her eyes tracked Sassafras's expression as her head lowered, then fell flush with the floor. It was, without a doubt, an open invitation.

Forgetting the icicle, her godmother and even her quest to find Phox, Towhee took the bait. With a squeaky little growl, she pounced the adult's closer foreleg, wrapping her stubby forelimbs around it and opening her mouth in a playful bite.