Redhawk Caldera she is fierce want, blazing ambition

-well...,- towhee jr signs, drawling the movements of her paws out as one speaking it might drawl it out on a breath, letting the word linger on their tongue. instead, she lets it linger on the cliffhanger of her paws, slightly mischievous glint in her eye: there and gone as she is drawn back into the gravitas of it all. of his grief. of her ptero.

-if you want me, then yes.-

soft snort leaves towhee jr. -of course i'm right,- she signs, trying to interject some lightness despite it all. -a pack is a pillar of strength. it's not one. it's all. when one of us grieves, all of us grieve.- it was an extremely romantic notion from a woman who was not imaginative nor romantic in the least. but it is what she believes to the very marrow of her bone.