Redhawk Caldera I told you, he's an angry sleeper.

Lagan snickered at his sister’s words and trotted closer, not worrying about the bird’s personal space. It looked a bit weary and backed up, though Lagan ignored that much. I won’t eat him, not since you went and named it already. He said, flopping down on the ground next to her. Towhee commented on the bird’s health, and asked if Lagan had saw him flying. Uh no, sorry. Good for him though, and you! You might as well be a sitter like me, with your birdsitting talents and whatever. He joked, reaching out a paw to bat at Towhee’s foot.