Redhawk Caldera Mona Lisa: the original basic bitch

And just like that, words. Too many words.

As soon as he'd latch onto one sentiment, the older boy was onto another. And then another. And then another. Killdeer blinked, stupefied, even growling forgotten as he stared at this loud, strange creature.

One of him. . .one of them. Right? Yeah. Otherwise Mom would run him off?

Buh, he puffed, tilting his head one way, then the other. Slowly, he righted himself, ending up on all fours and toddling a few steps closer to his counterpart. Buhz.

Isn't that what he'd said? Gur suh buhz. Killdeer mouthed it, but couldn't find the right combination of movement and speech to mimic it.