Redhawk Caldera An only child of the universe

Because Wylla redirected her muzzle, Towhee nearly missed the comment, though it was easy to decipher even if she didn't catch it word for word. She debated between baring her teeth or rolling her eyes. "Ha, ha," she eventually rejoined, voice as dry as ever, which worked especially well in this case. She decided to go ahead and do both (bare her teeth and roll her eyes) as she added, "We don't have all day."

When the loner turned away to complete this task, Towhee said, "We might be here awhile. Why don't you get d—" Before she could even finish her sentence, the hawk had dismounted, bouncing onto the ground with an ungainly flap of his good wing. He folded both wings together and looked up at her, clacking his beak. Towhee stared at him, wondering if he was trying to speak, and then noticed the tufts of black fur stuck in his toenails.

"Man..." she said pointlessly, dropping to her haunches and trying to arch her neck far enough to inspect her shoulders. She couldn't, of course, and nearly hurt herself in the attempt. "I'll have to have Raven look at it later," she remarked, looking at the hawk as she spoke, wondering again how much he could understand. Towhee continued to stare at him—and he continued to gaze steadily back—in silence so long that their little staring contest only ended when Wylla reappeared sometime later.

The guardian eyeballed her catch with critical eyes, though she made no comment on the size or quality of the kill. She only said, "Give them here." When that was (presumably) done, she tossed one to the hawk, rearranged the other one between her forepaws and sent up an absolutely stentorian summons for @Elwood and/or @Finley.