Redhawk Caldera cus in my castle i'm the freakin man.

It was very difficult (bordering on impossible) to read Finley's lips while she struggled through her blubbering. Towhee looked back and forth between her aunt and her brother, giant metaphorical question marks flashing above her head. She coped fairly well with her disability much of the time, though right now she felt both alarmed and frustrated.

-What's going on?- she signed at Phox as Finley sobbed intermittently. -Should we get Uncle Elwood? Or take her back to the den? Or...- Her paws went limp as she ran out of ideas. Towhee pressed closer to her godmother, hoping to console her even if she was still at a gigantic loss over this sudden turn of events.

Feel free to conclude, Remedy! :)