Redhawk Caldera Some kind of animal.

Leto insisted Delos was happy, though Towhee threw the youngster a dubious look. Was he happy? He didn’t look unhappy, but… her orange eyes swung back to his mother’s face. The Redhawk assessed Leto for a long moment, a ponderous look overtaking her own face.

-“If you need to search for your other son, you should,”- she said, fighting the urge to tell Leto such things were futile. -“I will keep an eye on Delos, if he’s okay with it.”- Her eyes cut to him, then back to Leto. -“But you should drop by as much as possible and return in full when you can. I can look after him but he’s still young. He needs his mother.”-

The Redhawk shifted her weight, then fell silent. Would Leto take her up on it? What would Delos think? Her attention drifted from one to the other, then back again. Towhee thought it a waste for Leto to spend any time searching at all, though she understood the mother’s need to try.