Wheeling Gull Isle I am the owner of nowhere land, queen of a castle that’s made of sand.

Grandma Towhee has been around more and more often, as of late, and Dinah could hardly make sense of it. But as such, she was happy to see her all the same!
Today, she and — one of the darklings — are called forth, and the Redhawk child bounds right for her, crashing into her foreleg with the almighty force of about fourteen pounds. A task! Foraging! Gifts! Dinah loves foraging!
A thump-thump-thump of her little tail, and then, an observation. What're you doing with your paws? Grandma Towhee is gesturing... something. It has to have meaning to it. Inquisitively, her wide eyes peer up at the elder woman. Are you sending us a secret message?!