Northstar Vale It's "Can I get a witness?" time

Towhee looked like she was reaching the end of her steam. She asked how his throat felt.

Jack blinked a few times at her and clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. His eyes didn’t shift for a moment. It felt fine, if not a little scratched. He wasn’t sure if the barb had cut through any of his throat flesh when it had gotten sucked back there. The more he tried to sus it out with his tongue, the harder it became to understand any of what went on inside his yap.

Feels good! he barked to his mom in response to her question. Do you think I can learn to spit those like at enemies?

That would be sick.