Redhawk Caldera Homeward Bound

Mou wasn't home here, or anywhere. He knew that even as he had crossed the border and begun his climb. He knew it more keenly while his sister stared him down.

She did not need to move to make it known that he was unwanted, he knew it. As well as he knew the Daedra. As well as he knew that his wife was dead and something was walking the wilds with her face. But he could see that the power of the Redhawk had faded in the same way as the Blackfeather.

He watched Towhee and was watched back, until she opened her mouth and in her drawling manner, spoke. His ears shifted forwards attentively and then fell back again to where they naturally sat pressed to his skull.

Was she playing a game?

A frown deepend the tired look upon Mou's face. He did not open his mouth to speak, but after a moment to consider things, motioned an answer, sloppily, in out-dated ptero: Whose there?