Redhawk Caldera Michael Bolton, we're really gonna need you to focus up

His gaze slid sideways, mouth slightly agape as he watched the movements she made along with her speech. He wasn't quite old enough to grasp it yet, though some of the symbols made sense in ways he couldn't really explain. She talked different than the other adults, too—but that just made her all the more special.

Because she was special, really. Killdeer already looked up to the woman, and was pleased, as his coat began to grow in more, that some of the patterns upon his own pelt resembled her.

When I grow up, I wanna be like Ohhh-ee.

Punnh! Killdeer exclaimed, latching onto the only word that sounded remotely like what Caracal had said. Punh, fuhhh, busszz. . . He lapsed into a sing-song rendition of the nonsensical trio, rolling slowly over before he was distracted by Towhee's large left forepaw.

Whether it was in motion or not, he pounced, gnawing on each toe in turn. Rrrrrr, he growl-mumbled, slobbering over his poor, patient grandma's foot.