Redhawk Caldera Let me tell you my story.

Even though this was a story that Gannet, too, had heard before (and from the sources, no less), he wasn't about to miss any sort of telling.  He didn't much like talking, but damn he loved listening.

When he arrived, he took note of who was around and ended up settling in close to some of the newcomers.  He hadn't gotten the chance to do much interacting with them yet, but unlike his sister, he held no reservations.  They were good as family already now that they were under the Redhawk roof.  His tongue lolled from his mouth as he sought to cool down from the run over and he trained his attention on Towhee and Phox.

Not having seen the former's signs, he watched attentively, noting how her body language seemed to embellish the words Phox spoke.  He couldn't piece what she did into language, but he kept his attention trained on her as the story went on, appreciating the addition it made.