Redhawk Caldera Yeah, I reckon we were heathens

towhee jr lets out a low, amused snort, unheard by her but felt by the forced push of air from her flared nostrils. -i wouldn't blame you if you were sick of me already,- towhee jr signs, with a playful roll of her eyes. a pause to tear a fatty chunk of meat from the thigh.

she places it beside the hock and turns back to hotah before she can miss the next signing of his paws.

-i'll be sure to tell her to stop yapping about me to you when i see her next. i've got plenty of other siblings and nieces and nephews to hear about.- a small pause. -and i guarantee they are all a lot more interesting then me.-