Redhawk Caldera Tretale.

It was clear recent events were weighing on Towhee, even if she tried to laugh and shrug it off. His eyes were soft upon her as she spoke, and when silence fell between the two of them again, he lifted a foreleg and placed it gently upon her shoulder—in half-embrace, but with enough distance that he could look her in the eye.

Promise me this, Gramma, he intoned gravely—and then realized that he had lacked ptero throughout this entire conversation. Sheepishly, he dropped back to all fours and then began signing again. -Promise me that, if I start a new chapter here, you'll come and stay for good.-

Killdeer smiled, though there were tinges of sadness at the corners. -I need you by my side,- he went on. -For advice, but really just—I want you around. For my children, and me, too.-

After everything—Bronco and Caracal dying, Fennec wandering, and all the rest—Towhee was the main constant in his life. He would do anything to ensure her safety and well-being, and that meant staying put at her advanced age—her wanderlust be damned.