Redhawk Caldera Ain't no man

-Rave,- Towhee signed as the two of them reached the edge of the rendezvous site after a late patrol. Before she continued, she fought back a yawn. -How come you're not a leader?-

The pack's medic blinked owlishly at the youth. "I'm not cut out to be a leader," she replied eventually.

Towhee made a face that could only mean, "Pssh!" -You'd be a great leader. You're kind and smart and stuff...- She trailed off with a shrug. -But if you say so.-

Her attention quickly shifted to Phox, who appeared to be... screaming at the sky? Someone (she couldn't remember who) had explained this behavior to her once. It meant that the wolf was howling. It meant little to her, what with being deaf, but she stared in fascination at the way her brother's throat rippled. Unthinkingly, she stepped closer and pressed her cool nose to the arch of his neck to feel the powerful vibrato.