Ankyra Sound Waltzing the waves,

Sunhawk caught himself with one forepaw and that was a good thing, because what Umbra said next probably would have floored him if he hadn't already been stabilized by the self-preservation of one saintly functioning forelimb.

Blink blink. Did she just?

Sunhawk considered his name for the first time possibly ever. "S'not odd." Sunhawk slurred, his brows coming down in a grimace of confusion and headache. Everyone in his family got a bird themed name, what was odd about that?!

He didn't have long to think about this, because Umbra shut down his question quickly. "Oouu, touchy-touchy. Okay, noted. We won't talk about family history." Not everyone was as warm or friendly as Sunny was accustomed to, and he was finding that out pretty quickly. Between Bigwig and General Woundbra, Sunhawk had amassed a fine collection of resident grumps.

"Hol' up, did you say on your own?" Sunhawk tried sliding after Umbra but winced. Nope, hurt too much. Better stay here. He scratched his head, finding Umbra's mannerisms even more odd than his name. "You can't just save a bloke and then leave him to the dogs!" Sunhawk bleated, flashing Miss Grumbridge the best, most Sunsome smile he could muster. "I might get ate by seagulls."