Redhawk Caldera The boneyard.

His lips moved, though Towhee couldn’t tell what he was saying. Her eyes bored into his, narrowing into slits as another growl rolled out of her chest. It quieted momentarily when he said something she did catch, though her expression remained hard.

It would be useless to attempt Ptero, though the Redhawk really couldn’t articulate currently. Her speaking voice was difficult to understand in the best of times; lately, it was downright impossible to decipher what she was saying. Towhee wouldn’t bother trying.

She just shook her head emphatically, hoping he would get the message: Haven’t seen them. Although some part of her empathized with his plight, Towhee couldn’t help him, and made this clear by motioning for him to leave. He didn’t have to know her conlang to understand the universal gesture.