Hideaway Strath Schlammschlacht.

Towhee nodded approvingly when Leen asked for some tactical commands. She held up a paw in the universal signal to hang on (lip twitching at the irony, since it wasn't technically ptero). She then thought over some simple terms to start.

-"Stop,"- she said, making the sign slowly and emphatically before doing the same with the next word, and the next. -"Go. Stay. Run. Attack."-

She didn't want to overwhelm him, so she paused there to give him a moment to absorb those five words, possibly also replicate them. Meanwhile, Towhee thought of the next batch of words she'd give him, her lip curling even more.