Redhawk Caldera What does the future hold?

Amalia had been lost in her own wallowing pit of mind mess. That she hadn't realized that one of the scents she knew at least a little, was more permanent than others. That it floated around like a wolf that hung out here. She could be given this little bit of oversight.

Her name was called and she turned, ears pricked forward. When she saw the face of Killer or at least similarities at any rate looking out. This was a wolf that had given her a message. Someone Killer knew. She wracked her brains. Oh yes this was Towhee. His grandma she thought. She wondered about his mom and dad for a moment. Then shook her head. She thought she had met them, but she had met so many wolves now. It would be hard to remember right this minute.

There was something else really important about Towhee that she needed to remember. She frowned in thought and then clapped a paw to her muzzle of course. Towhee was deaf. And Amalia did not know the language of paws.

So she moved closer to the she wolf. And looked at her so she could read her lips. Hiya Towhee.