Redhawk Caldera hey child, stay wild

Eventually the sounds he made were less than appealing. He was bored with them. So when he finally noticed what Raven was saying, Titmouse chose to immitate them instead. It took a moment of good listening; of course, the boy was rather hyperactive and didn't know which sounds she wanted him to make specifically, so at first Tit just sat there looking like a total moron.

He tilted his head one way, then the other, then back, his big ears flopping like fleshy triangles atop his head. Waaaaah, he murmured, opening his mouth as if to invite a look-see at his rows of nice big teeth. A hot wave of dog-breath steamed from his tongue before he clamped his mouth shut again.

Waif? That wasn't right. A little frown popped up on his little face after this fresh attempt, and he seemed rather dejected.