Redsand Canyon A cookie from space.

The girl was growing rapidly, and in no time at all had become quite the adventurer. It helped that Towhee was so inviting for such things; their mother brought them now to the sparring arena, which to Leona was a big pit of despair since it was a big dusty space with no toys, but she was content enough to sit and watch.

Towhee's summons of one of the other adults didn't bother her either - she was used to the weird sounds that mother made, and would probably develop some kind of lisp or accent by the time she was really talking. The howl brought out the desire to mimic and soon Leona was tipping her chin up to yowl in her best, most dissonant, metal-voice.