Redhawk Caldera Yeah, I reckon we were heathens

I'm kind of obsessed with them

Hotah scoffed softly, a quiet puff of amusement leaving him as he leaned in without thinking. She could not hear him, but she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek before he pulled back just enough to sign.

'And I guarantee they are all a lot more interesting then me.'

His mouth shaped the words anyway, low and amused. He signed, as well. The movement probably the best he's done.

-I wouldn’t bet on it.-

With that, Hotah began gathering the leaner cuts they’d set aside earlier, stacking them neatly before gripping them in his jaws. He shot her a small, approving nod— part gratitude, part farewell for now.

He signed one last thing, quick and warm:

-Don't be a stranger.-

Then he turned toward the Hobbit Hole, carrying the best pieces back to Towhee and the pups.