Redhawk Caldera I will fight you for eternity.

Reactions to her disability ran the gamut; she had experienced everything from calm acceptance to incredibly nasty insults. Nobody had ever apologized to her, though, nor mentioned believing she was some sort of figment of their imagination. Towhee's fur prickled a little, dimly resenting all of the above but not actually sure how to react to any of it. In the end, she decided to ignore and dismiss it.

"Uh-huh," Towhee said, feeling decidedly noncommittal now, though she gave Quixote a shrewd look. If he was as capable as he described, then they really might be able to use him in the pack. If he did join, she would have to make it clear she didn't want his pity and that he could talk to her like anyone else, though she couldn't deny that it was always helpful when someone—especially someone relatively new to her—spoke slowly and clearly to make sure she could interpret their speech.

"Good luck, Coyote," she said conclusively, orange eyes shifting to the caldera as she slipped past him and began jogging home.