Sun Mote Copse forgetting you in the cabaret

He watched her for a reaction and wasn't really that surprised when her behavior remained rigid and nervous. Well, maybe not nervous exactly — skeptical, sure. Concerned, maybe. Tulimaq was still concerned in his own regard that the bird was carrying some kind of poison or sickness. The woman who had given it to him was very odd. He didn't want any issues to arise between the packs though, thus the delivery.

Towhee? Niamh asked — and he nodded even before she repeated herself. I think that was it. Mostly dark coat, has an odd accent, a little slow in the head? Ah, he hadn't meant to blurt that last bit but, there you go. She'd been distracted by something during their conversation and Tulimaq had attributed that to some malformation within her brain; it wasn't like he'd have reacted any better upon learning the truth, that she was deaf. Such impairments weren't welcome within Tartok and he couldn't help himself.