Redhawk Caldera Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake.

The instant he said her grandson’s name, Towhee calmed considerably. Her fur flattened and the tension in her body uncoiled. She even shot him an apologetic grimace.

Sorry, I’ve had a rough few days, she explained, and I’m deaf, so I don’t like anyone sneaking up behind me. She paused. I’m Towhee, Killdeer’s grandmother.

This time, it was a mosquito that attacked her. Towhee didn’t hear its whine as it went straight for her ear, but she sure as shit felt it. She shook her head very suddenly and very hard. Her ears audibly flapped. She also darted a few feet, putting her on Cinar’s other side.

Fuckin’ bugs, man, she muttered, motioning him away from the lakeside. Let’s walk this way. Look at me if you say anything. I can read lips.