Redhawk Caldera My "people skills" are "rusty."

She didn't catch her godfather's response, though that's how it usually went with games: with her legs and paws usually quite busy, active communication ceased and Towhee fell back on expressions and body language. It wasn't difficult to read Elwood's intent when she glanced backward and saw him trotting behind her. She tossed him a grin, then shrieked absurdly loudly when she saw him accelerate.

Facing forward again, Towhee released another earsplitting scream as she dove forward. In her haste to outrun her uncle, she tripped over her own forepaws and went sprawling to the ground, snout hitting the dirt hard enough that she sprouted an immediate nosebleed.