Redhawk Caldera i slipped on ma' beans.

Glee was not a fan of the smell of birdy poos, but at the same time, it intrigued her. She sniffed delicately at the air, grimacing but unable to stop her sniffing until her elder sister distracted her. She cocked her head as she listened, her little face frowning with thought. She could be a Camouflage? With birdy poos?

Slowly, a smile slid across her muzzle. "Are you telling fibbies?" she said slyly, her smile turning to a suspicious grin.