Redhawk Caldera Not a wing flapper in sight.

"Sorry, bud," Towhee said to X, "you can't come in here. But I'll let @Finley know who brought this." She pointed a toe at the slain rabbit he'd set at her feet. The raptor bobbed in acknowledgement and spread his wings to take off even as the Alpha snatched up the fresh meat and spun to enter the den.

"Hey Aunt Finley, @Tywyll, @Cinder," she murmured, well aware that the two tiny whelps couldn't hear her any more than she could hear them. It looked as though their eyes might be partially open now though, so she took the time to sign, -Hello, boys,- at them before presenting her godmother with the rabbit and settling down beside her little brothers.