Redhawk Caldera Don't be afraid to catch feels

Nightjar nodded, but doubted he would ever be able to make any sort of complicated sign. There was a strange swooping sensation in his belly when he thought of how this was a requirement for him to be allowed to stay, because he was almost certain he would never quite get it, but his thoughts didn't go much further than that. Thinking ahead was something he just never did.

He plodded along when urged, relishing the motion as Towhee explained that they would need to come up with a sign for him. Nightjar wracked his brain, but couldn't think of anything. He was a quiet wolf, generally, and he was usually obedient, but there was no sign for either of those things that he could dream up. "I dunno," he said unhelpfully. Then again, what did he expect when he only had about two and a half brain cells to rub together...?

Nightjar paused eagerly in their walk to watch Towhee demonstrate Phox's name, hoping it would help him come up with one of his own. However, the complicated little dance she did only left him more confused. He squinted at her and after a beat or two of trying to comprehend it, he had to ask, "why is that Phox's name?" There had to be a reason she touched her nose and hit herself in the breast, right? The little jig she did with her paws made more sense even to him; Phox was a little hyper, after all.