Redhawk Caldera Acting like we'd live forever

-hotah.- towhee jr parrots in ptero, corner of her lips curling upwards ever-so-slightly. she'd gotten used to being around kin in frosthawks and even tzar's assimilation with ptero despite that she's been told he can speak and hear just fine was probably against his will; a learning by environment than a real desire to learn. there was something special, as far as towhee jr cared to look at it, about someone wanting to learn ptero out of curiosity, or the want to communicate with her mother and her.

a snort of a laugh leaves towhee jr when hotah calls her patient. -sometimes,- she admits. -you can thank my son, tzar, for that.- and that was, largely, the truth. that and perhaps, if she squinted, her brief stint at leadership what felt like a thousand lifetimes ago.

-sure,- agrees towhee jr, golden gaze taking note of the almost shy smile on his expression. -a hunt sounds great.- she'd always been of the mind that there was no better way to bond with pack mates than to hunt, spill blood or bleed together.