Redhawk Caldera runner, runner

Before the stranger could make a reply, Towhee sensed a presence drawing nearer on her right side. Her brassy eyes flicked that way and she ascertained Finley's approach, noting the Alpha female's prickly demeanor as well as that peculiar aroma that gave the Xi sensory overload. Ignoring that particular distraction, the youth turned back to face their unwanted guest, carefully following the movements of her lips. Her face scrunched as if someone had fed her a lemon. She could hardly understand a word beyond the occasional "yes" or "no." She thought she caught "home" somewhere in there too but that was it.

Towhee shot the leader a bewildered, incredulous look and signed, -I didn't understand almost any of that. What did she say?- She paused, a question on the proverbial tip of her tongue. She decided she would go ahead and ask, since she could get away with being rude in sign language better than she could out loud. And though she had recently been lectured on her attitude, Finley looked none too pleased about this business either. -What's wrong with her mouth?-