Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

You'd think she'd be able to tell her son from his own spawn! Are you going senile? Dinah snorts, reeling away from the elder Redhawk; but not without a playful push to her shoulder first. Dinah. Dee-nuh. There's a 'Dee' in there.
She motions for her to follow the rest of the way up the landbridge, a wriggle to her hips as she darts ahead. We've been... okay, she wasn't quite sure how much detail she should go into. Gramma Towhee wouldn't tattle on her, would she? Her eyes flit to the tide that laps against her ankles. We have some new members. Like John, and, um, some other guy named Whisker, I think. You haven't met 'em, have you?