Redhawk Caldera Follow your heart, little child of the west wind.

Rue nodded. She had understood the gist of it all, but the finer points had gotten a bit muddled. Rue was still getting the hang of the way the Redhawks communicated with one another, and she tended to fall behind when the ptero-to-speech ratio swung in favor of the former. 

So, Meerkat wanted to locate her dad, who had gone after his mate and children. This was yet another example of the young Redhawk's leadership bent; a shepherd at heart, she couldn't rest easy until her whole flock was home safe. 

"She's my nomination for Regent," Rue remarked, but her words were drowned out by Towhee's shout. Rue squinted at the horizon, locating the stranger with interest. Knowing it would be up to her to dictate any shouted response to Towhee, Rue waited silently, ears at attention.