Redhawk Caldera We are the dreamers

He looked utterly perplexed, which made Towhee want to sigh a bit. Mustering patience she usually couldn't manage with outsiders, she explained, "It's sign language." She paused, then repeated herself in ptero itself: -It's sign language.- She knew Nightjar wouldn't catch on right away—and some wolves never quite seemed to get it—but he would have to try if he wanted to earn Towhee's respect.

She stepped back, shaking her head lightly at Phox's wriggling, and vaguely watching as Elwood spoke to Nightjar at length. She didn't bother trying to keep up, instead announcing, "I'm going to patrol." She was already here, after all, so why not? -You coming?- she added in Phox's direction before striding away along the territory's fringe.