Moonspear halp!

Caracal’s lips twisted when rather than offer to locate Towhee, the stranger insisted on grilling the young Redhawk. He took a breath, reminding himself that this guy probably meant well.

I’ll eat and sleep after I talk to my mom. Please, can we go find her?

He really wished he could just call for her directly. Maybe he should howl regardless, see if maybe one of his other relatives could intercept it and notify Towhee.

But that would probably be rude at this point, so he tried to patiently await the gatekeeper’s reply.