Redhawk Caldera Dragon's gamble.

He heard her voice croak at him, and he tilted his head to the side, perplexed, when he saw Towhee looking at him with an empty, macabre grin. Was she even aware how she looked? -"Towhee...What the hell..."- He signed, but he found himself apalled by her appearance. Did she have something communicable? Would Fennec even be able to treat her if she was, without catching it too? 

He took a step back, guiltily putting a bit more space between them. He'd always had a weak stomach so the scent alone of her vomit made him swallow hard. Fortunately, Fennec arrived with the deft speed of rain following a gust of wind, and questioned them. "I dunno," He fumbled quickly, hoping Towhee might have the ability to speak for herself.