Redsand Canyon (Nothing but) ashes...

Occasionally, Towhee found it difficult to read a particular wolf’s lips. She could never be sure what caused it, perhaps some incomprehensible-to-her thing like a speech impediment. It happened now, causing her to squint a little, and take a moment longer to parse his words.

Towhee Redhawk, she replied by way of introduction. I joined a few days back. Germanicus tasked me with seeking out all the other Auxillia and getting to know them. Phrasing it like that seemed a lot less contentious than the whole truth, not that she had done it on purpose.

I’m hard of hearing, so don’t mind me staring at your lips. That’s how I communicate, Towhee said in the next beat before diving right into it and asking conversationally, Out of curiosity, would you consider yourself foremost a warrior, guardian or tactician?