Redhawk Caldera Stuck in '93.

-A stranger!- Caracal alerted her, pivoting to lope back toward Towhee, closing ranks and forming a united front.

Towhee tipped her head to acknowledge his signaling, though she fixed her gaze steadily on the figure as it ranged closer. It was definitely a wolf, though she wasn’t so sure it was a stranger.

Her heart thumped in her breast as she wondered: Alyx? Or Quetzal? As she often did with her own set of twins, she tried to guess by body language. It was a little difficult from a distance, though when the yearling stopped and signed, Towhee immediately knew.

Alyx! she called out, smiling. She shot a sideways glance at Caracal and explained, You remember how I told you about Alyx, Q and Prim, right? His slightly quizzical expression suddenly cleared as he nodded.

Facing Alyx again, the Sovereign shouted and signed, -“Well get your ass over here!”-