Firefly Glen But you see, it's not me

Towhee was the one who was deaf, the one who had taught Meerkat the strange gesture language. Fennec described her family and Toad listened carefully, but none of the names she listed sounded familiar. Two families that named their children after animals might have been a coincidence had the blind woman not followed it with talk of the Redhawk name.

Toad felt her heart jump. The words after "my dad got it from his parents" drifted into a whisper. The world seemed to fade out of existence while Toad found herself alone. Behind Fennec, she saw her sister, Fox. Alongside her was the dark shadow of Peregrine.
Toad's image of the couple was pristine. Fox was thin and young, a modelesque picture of perfection. Toad had never met either of them, having only had them described in stories.

Coming back to reality, she blinked.
I think we're related, she blurted, not answering the question she hadn't heard. Her mind was alight with the need to learn more, and fast. Your parents, where are they at? I have to talk to them, she declared, though really, she only meant Phox.
Phox Redhawk.